
Paper Soul (extended)
Clock in, clock out, Same suit, same doubt. Eyes glazed like glass, Time slips too fast. Whispers in the wall vents, Coffee tastes like past tense. I walk in lines, in rows, in time— But none of it is mine. Paper soul, paper soul, filing dreams in a paper hole. Cubicle maze, fluorescent haze, living life in yesterday’s daze. Paper soul, paper soul, filing dreams in a paper hole. Cubicle maze, fluorescent haze, living life in yesterday’s daze. Coffee buzz and toner smoke, breathing rules until we choke. The naming convention we enforce: small talk rolls without remorse. Staple my thoughts, shred the rest, hide the fire beneath this vest. Ceiling tiles and blinking lights echo out my nine-to-five. Paper soul, can’t feel the toll, 30 years deep in the protocol hole. Rubber stamps ascending the grade, I fade, I fade, I fade… “Tick, tick… I'm gone. Tick, tick… gone.” “Tick, tick… I'm gone. Tick, tick… gone.” Used to chase the stars, now I chase 5 o'clock bars. Used to chase the sun, now I chase the office puns The look in their eyes—gray fog, never a flame. Not lost. Not found. Just shortened department names. Paper soul, paper soul… Where did it go, where did it go? Paper soul… Fold me slow… Paper soul, paper soul… Where did it go, where did it go? Paper soul… Fold me slow… Paper soul, paper soul… Where did it go, where did it go? Paper soul… Fold me slow… Paper soul, paper soul… Where did it go, where did it go? Paper soul… Fold me slow… Paper soul, paper soul… Where did it go, where did it go? Paper soul… Fold me slow… Paper soul, paper soul… Where did it go, where did it go? Paper soul… Fold me slow…

