When you pull me from here
I feel gross, I belong here
yes I know it is bad to daydream
but it is more than a coffee, to beam
you said chores to finish on time
but I want reason to escape, grim
shady dungeon of selfishness,
that’s the world that comes in DAILY,
daily I die a bit, my fellow dwellers of earth,
more than half of them is mad, they mirth,
on others blood and tears, they dearth,
what we call humane, but just rotten flesh.
DAILY said sitting too much reduces life
yes I know we sit too much and they,
they work hard running riots over humane
we sit and daydream, and in executive chairs
it takes guts to make impressions and changes
we are but a few, week and meek, have families.
We sit too much and life span gets shorter,
Of humanity and, and all that we daydream.