Away from you bliss is temporary

Distracting myself as the clock ticks 

On my mind the thought of you is weary

My fate is inevitable, I must trek until it deserves a 6

Trapped in this life I have chosen

Threw away the key to my own prison

Hours and Hours, I give you my devotion

Wasting away by motivation, I am driven 

Some days you are unrelenting

Some days you let me free

As the clock strikes 12, I begin dissenting

A zombie only kept alive by coffee

It’s never good enough

An artist adding miniscule strokes

Willingly imprisoned by my own handcuffs

Knowing I could be counting sheep like my folks

My lowest lows

My highest highs

With hope of escaping plain-clothes

All for a chance at the greatest prize