Circles

Your days are numbered, 
Your life is short. 
A clockwork existence is 
What you are taught. 
Why be a robot, 
A cog in their machine? 
Why be a robot, 
From birth until death? 

Escape the circle. 

Getting up early to do it again, 
Yesterday was shit 
And today is the same. 
Empty faces in empty rooms- 
Clock-watching servants to 
Fat laughing masters.