You called your life Alcatraz
the kids were the bars, your wife was the guard
too many rules, too many distractions
time to escape across the prison yard.

Sayonara suckers you said to your shackles
yet you feel you are losing the game
and when there's nothing else to blame
the last thing to quit is your life.

You called your life Amistad
your job was the chain, your boss was the ball
rowing against the stream of exploiters
time to revolt and nevermore to crawl.

Sayonara...

you have played all your good cards
no pawns for promotion
you have canceled all subscriptions
you have all the time, but no devotion.
Tiny irritations
too much time to think of
to put them all aside
there is one thing you still love...

Sayonara...