She punched in

Punched out

Rinse and repeat

It was a perfect copy of the day before

And the one before that

 

She was a copy

A poor photocopy

Of everyone else that worked in the hive

 

It was evening

It was morning

Another day and counting

 

She gazed out the view

Not quite hers

Her cubicle was a row away from the window

But if she could just

Stretch her neck right

She would see the clear blue sky

 

One bird flew by

And then another

When I grow up

I want to be like you

She thought

 

Grow up

Grown up

She was

 

God what would freedom look like?

She thought

She would know

The day she would trust

 

Fly up a little higher little bird

Fly up and just be

Fly up for those of us

For whom freedom

Is too costly