The bar shut its door's
We are high, so high that we hit the ground
mediocrity will astound
and performers debate
what is going to be our fate?
Oops Monday Office RD in & i am already late
Same old questions gonna haunt you mate!
Have you logged in 6 A/c yet?
And if you’re a fan of Mr. Safari,
There is no reason to worry!
Only sufferer will be the beholder
As sun sets
You Pal will be a beer-holder
Pop-corns will fly from up above in your mug!
Hi-tech music without earplugs
We get ready for another day,
With hangover to stay
Pipelines,Log-in's & meetings sound like
Bumble bees buzzing there way
humming, hissing, whispering all the way
if you are a Trainee
I am sure your head by now must be a macaroni,
But if you are a seasoned campaigner
you can prolong the date,
but the race never ends
pressure & targets mount
Shit! all my lustrous blacks have turned grey
now i don't keep a count
Gunning for Scalps,
Milking the clients,
squeezing the bucks,
the race never ends,
aspirations grow
they control my behavior
suddenly the next designation
is my only destination
i live from appraisal to appraisal
oh i so much wanna jump out of this treadmill
Its too fast & if i jump i fear i would be injured
fear dominates me i wanna break free i wanna break free
What do i do suggest me Mr. Safari...?
PS: Inspired by Dave Holloway's work, in fact first few lines i have taken from his " LOST"...
Very few outsiders will understand & correlate with people like RD, Mr. Safari & many things of oyr boring Mundae Office lives!
