I’m bound to the screen slave to the machine
Seems my ears have been clogged with paraffin
I feel commotion from deprivation
Waiting from station to destination
My face wears two bags without robes or rags
My response time lags resulting in nags
In a zombie state I live my life late
Waking up can wait regardless of date
Inside I’ve a shore and tide’s yet to pour
I need to sleep more hours than just four