I don't want
To be stuck
In one of those cubicles
Taking mindless calls
Selling insurance
Just because
I grew up in this town
Doesn't mean
I want to die in this town
I don't want
The same job
As everyone else
The one
School pressures me to take
I don't want
To stare at three white walls
With maybe just a single plant to liven things up
I don't want to be the kind of worker
With no life in her eyes
I don't want to wear
The same red shirt
And khakis
As everyone else
I want to
Break free
Of this cubicle obsessed town
I want to be
Different
I want to
Leave