Ode to a Cubicle

Spend my days in a cubicle
my mind is frozen like an icicle
Sitting in my chair, eyes staring at the screen
I do my thing, don't wanna be seen
What time is it? I have a hunch
It's probably time to go to lunch
Come back from lunch, back to my chair
I think to myself life is quite fair
It's 6 o'clock, 'bout time to go home
Go home to my family for I am not alone.