Forever we dance through the void,
In corporate hell where dreams are destroyed,
Overworked souls in a ceaseless race,
Burnout etched on every face.
We toil beneath the neon glare,
Running away, gasping for air,
Seeking meaning in the endless night,
Chasing shadows, searching for light.
In this void, we silently scream,
Clinging to fragments of a forgotten dream,
Yet still we dance, though spirits are frail,
Hoping one day to break this pale.
Forever we dance through the void,
Longing for lives that are not devoid,
Of purpose, of passion, of genuine grace,
A glimpse of meaning in this hollow place.
