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