From my personal archives --

"Daily Dread"
Day after day, it's the same old grind --
A job that I hate's takin' up my time.
Hour on hour, and day after day,
I'm tradin' my life for my "take home" pay.
Night after night, dead tired, I turn in
(It's usually nine-thirty or quarter of ten)
And just as I'm dozing; all cozy and warm
A voice in my head whispers 'set the alarm'.
Mechanical madness, this radio clock!!
(But without it, they'd fire me; I sleep like a rock)
Monday through Friday, my body they own
But my mind takes a journey to places unknown.
To far-away places, where my time is MINE --
Where schedules and time clocks don't dictate my time.
I come back to reality each afternoon
And like always, I find myself hummin' a tune.
Someday, I'll be famous; my name will be known
And OTHERS will work in the factories I own.
Till then, I'll keep workin' and dreamin' my dreams --
Holdin' on to my faith in myself, though it seems
That at times, what I'm after lies just out of reach
And obstacles number like sands on the beach.
I'll hear "opportunity's" knock on my door --
Then I wont have to work in this factory NO MORE!

That was written in 1986.....I never made it as a singer/songwriter....but I'd sure like to have that job back now!! LOL