A prison of four empty walls,
Containing only a desk and a chair,
Upon the desk lies the prison guard,
The one who forces you to remain.
It is a computer.
Day after day, after day;
Constantly you click the keys, tapping away,
Making money, living your life,
Your unsatisfactory, miserable life,
And for what?
If only it were possible,
Possible to break free from this imprisonment,
To force your way out of those four empty walls,
To live a life that hasn't been chosen for you.
But its not.
So we continue life within four empty walls.
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