Fishing for Men in Cages

If you're not careful, they'll get you too,
Lock you away in an office with a view
Looking down on the streets below,
think back on how you've grown;
Above the expectations-
to everyone's surprise
On that ladder you continue to rise....
But the key to the deception is to make you believe,
that it is you who does not want to leave,
After all it's your decision,
while you do what they want with pure precision.
They own your time,
and that you may never find-
because the gold is so bright,
your eyes have gone blind..

At the break of the day,
cup of coffee on the way-
out the door the sun smiles
above the horizon
the birds say hello...
no time to notice,
places to go...
Through the traffic that Moses himself couldn't part,
living each day with the same God damn start-
to the office where the IBM awaits,
and through it's screen decisions are made.
Files and documents at the touch of a key,
interacting with people you never see.
Occasionally you'll have meetings with people
above
or
below you,
people who don't know you.
So don't be deceived,
your position and title are all that they see.
Occasionally you and the boys will tee up for golf
and engage in the game of power play and shop talk.
You spend all day and work till it's done
Five O'clock comes too late, and sometimes later....
but obligations and demands are part of the job
so it's your time they continue to rob...
And you're doing this for yourself right?
Don't you enjoy the good life?

So go ahead, convince yourself your life is your own,
reep what you've sown,
but leave me alone.
I wasn't born to be on your time,
you can't claim what is solely mine..
Cause what i want to give,
I'll give for free...
That's how much it means to me..

No as for me, the earth is my office,
and i'll take my coffee break
down by the lake.
When nature calls me in,
I know I'll have a friend
the sky is the only screen into which i'll gaze in.
I don't want success
or the finest dress,
And recognition
for contribution
is not the solution..
All i want is to free myself
and anyone else
from being suppressed

But in this materialistic age,
where the world is a stage-
We measure ourselves by what we have.
or have not....

Reaching for the worm,
on the Hook we get caught.

mk-1999