You don't need space to focus
There is no cause to dream
Compulsive gatherer leans over drifters

And the lame to get right to the prize

Stampede at expectation's peak


Blow to blow
Job to job

Work to rule, lauded one
Work to rule with derision


You don't need space to focus;
There is no cause to dream


Run a mile
Dialled in
Work to rule, pre-emptive

Work to rule, primitives

In determinate are the hours

Or minutes to happily take stock

At the point when you return to the earth

Precious little left to objectify and shun
Will you wish you'd broken ranks?
Or was 'living' still a drawback?


Indeterminate-
Your achievements just egocentric figments?


To settle down and be tranquil
The preserve of the idle (! )

Obsessive go-getter means to surpass
Every pleasure and dumb time-waster


Stampede at expectation's peak

Take up slack

Break your back
Work to rule on the rack
Work to rule... and collapse