---------------- Eight to Five ---------------- How beautiful is your life? Scattered and shattered in eight to five? A tie, flattened shirt and another week of corporate dive? Dreams all burnt and you walk your life with that dastardly vibe. The clock you gaze at for the liberty again is not the same when you started the game of eight to five that you see is the name And yet you find no end of the way, so far you came. They built this prison, a thing so crafty and high To put you in an illusion illustratiing a wealthy lie. They set in some chaos so that you're unheard when you cry And fail every attempts of every escape you try. So that's what they call it the game as and "Eight to five" is the name it goes by. -Surajit Chatterjee