More freedom, more paperwork.

The more I try to break myself

free from the daily grind

I seem to leave a path of empty

paperwork behind

Why do you follow my every step

there’s only so much time

to flourish so creatively,

you’re weighing on my mind

Every turn and every twist

you’re there right in my face

not even being indiscreet,

Oh please give up the chase!

I understand without you

how would anybody know?

The evidence is needed

for the information flow

But on a day when really,

all I want to do is sing

I’m sat here ticking boxes,

typing jargon on a screen.

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