Untitled Dos.

A lyric poem about the race up the ladder in the corporate world.

Dreams of many, hopes of one.
Kind of scary, not much fun.
Keeps you wary, and on the run.

So run!
Run in the big rat race,
no one will know your face,
can you keep up with the pace?

Living in a tower, living a lie.
Having to cower, will make you cry.
You lose power, and soon you die.

So die!
Die in this big rat race,
the world is now off your case,
hope you did find your place.