Where the World Is Mine (Thursday Challenge 8/20)

There's a place in this building soft and still,

where i hold all the power and can have my will.

A click of the bolt, a world locked away,

The rush of the business is kept at bay.

I sit in my bunker under cold light,

Hidden from view and tucked out of sight.

One final lever, a thunderous roar,

Then I step back and out of the door.

Chorus

It's a brainstorm circus in a concrete hall,

Fizzing up ideas till they overflow the plan.

I chase one down, but my teammate flips —

A roller coaster with no safety clips.

Verse 2

I've got half‑baked doodles staging tiny revolutions,

"Visionaries" plotting chaos, offering "creative solutions."

My room's a busy workshop with a door that won't stay shut —

Every time I try to focus, something else erupts.

Bridge

No tidy lines, no perfect frame,

Just collegues that zigzag, refusing to aim.

They call it "inno-vation"—let it spin, let it shout,

While they burn the whole company from the inside out.

Chorus

It's a brainstorm circus in a concrete hall,

Fizzing up ideas till they overflow the plan.

I chase one down, but my teammate flips —

A roller coaster with no safety clips.

Outro

So lock the door, let the chaos spin,

Let the loud ones cheer, let the wild ones win.

But when the smoke clears and the damage is done,

I'll be the last one standing —

and the first one gone.