The daybook repeats on every page
You hold the key to your own cage
The computer screen is your window
You are the seed that never grows
The walls you decorate
Surround you everyday
The waste that you inhale
Dictates this empty space
Your searchlight marks outlines
Your soft walls set strict laws
The photos are all expressionless
The notice-board is vacuous
The daily routines you overstate
You feel complete with second-rate
The walls you decorate
Surround you everyday
The waste that you inhale
Dictates this empty space
Your searchlight marks outlines
Your soft walls set strict laws