We all follow society's rules.
Like robots, we are all the same.
Doing the same thing day after day after day,
No break,
No time to be human,
Work takes over us, becoming our personalities, our soul.
We all work like clockwork.
An endless cycle,
Tick Tock
Goes the clock every day,
It's the same.
It circles around and around,
No break, because time doesn't just stop.
Until it finally freezes because the battery has run out,
The hands slowly, painfully, ticking to a stop.
Death.
