Another Monday, same old ceiling Same old coffee, same old feeling A name tag, a handshake, a fake laugh, a deadline Another email, another slow climb They say, “Stick with it, you’ll find your way” But I lost the map in the microwave Something about this feels too neat Like a song on repeat, on repeat, on repeat I’ve been stuck in a pattern, caught in a loop Running in circles but missing the route Wanna burn it all down, but I clock back in Same four walls, same four sins I bought a standing desk, I meditate now I try to fake purpose, but I don’t know how The elevator dings, I shuffle inside Watch my reflection in fluorescent light They say, “Stick with it, you’ll find your way” But I lost the thread in the resume haze I wrote a mission statement, I filed my pride Still waiting for that change to arrive I’ve been stuck in a pattern, caught in a loop Running in circles but missing the route Wanna burn it all down, but I clock back in Same four walls, same four sins I’ve been stuck in a pattern, caught in a loop Running in circles but missing the route Wanna burn it all down, but I clock back in Same four walls, same four sins I see myself in the subway glass A stranger staring, no questions asked A life that hums but never sings A bird in a cage with paper wings Same four walls, same four sins Copyright 2025 - Oddlee
