Escape the Routine

Wake up to the same old sound, grinding wheels and hurried town

Fading dreams in busy streets, stuck in cycles, no retreat

Clock hits nine, the same old grind, chasing shadows in my mind

Coffee cold, stories told, in the office gray and old

Dreams, they fade away, lost in the routine day

Heartbeat slow, feeling low, wishing I could run and go

Every morning’s a fight, just to get through the night

Breaking free, I see, what I could be

Hate work every day, wish I could run away

Lost in the grind, trying to find my way

Hate work every day, no more shades of gray

Fighting the fatigue, dreaming of escape

Calls and meetings, endless seating, chasing deadlines, no retreating

Faces blank, spirits sank, feeling hollow, losing track

City’s roar, what’s it for? Just to get some more

Yearning deep inside, to break the tide

Every morning’s a fight, just to get through the night

Breaking free, I see, what I could be

Hate work every day, wish I could run away

Lost in the grind, trying to find my way

Hate work every day, no more shades of gray

Fighting the fatigue, dreaming of escape

One day, I’ll break these chains, leave behind the pain

Find my own way, where I can stay and not betray

My dreams, my soul, hold on to what’s whole

Freedom’s call, will I stand tall?

So I’ll hold on tight, through the endless night

One day, I’ll find, a life that’s mine

Hate work every day, but I’ll pave my way

To a brighter dawn, where I belong