same shit, different day

standing there silent, feet on the ground in a world of my own whilst folk rush around in every direction, this seething throng is it just me, am I in the wrong am I the only one in this crowd not making a noise but wanting to shout and scream at those that are nearby I shrug my shoulders, let out a sigh all going to the office, a corporate ideal sterile surroundings, same look and feel free coffee and tea is the only perk of this repetitive thing they call work the day passes by with an eye on the clock back to the station the hamsters flock these empty shells of women and men get back on the wheel to go round again I'm sick of this hectic pace of life the stress on my body, far too much strife this 9 to 5 madness I've had enough just stop the world I want to get off