I’m disappearing.
I’m insincere-ing.
I’m miles away.
I’m tired of being a fake.

So many days
in this office malaise.
I just exist
to kiss your excel list.

What will become of me
when I am 43?
Will I still take this seriously?
Will I do the best I can?

What will become of me
when I am 53?
What will my kids think of me?
Will I be a better man?

I take the train
and it’s always the same.
I’m pushed to the brink
and it’s so unlimited.

I’m disappearing.
I’m insincere-ing.
I’m miles away.
I’m tired of being a fake.

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