It's like a second home to me, I guess

It's like a second home to me, I guess
Every day I enter the familiar place
And then I exit, knowing that I’ll be here the next day.
It’s like an infinite cycle. Enter, work, exit.
An endless cycle which I’m trapped inside.
I want to escape but I can’t.
During the day, it’s like the city has woken up.
I hear the familiar honk of the cars and I see
Everyone else, walking and walking. Trapped inside the
Same cycle as me. Never to escape.
On the way home, I see the city lit up.
And there are also the same familiar honks of the cars and buses.
During the day, I sit in my office typing non-stop.
When I walk through the city streets
The buildings surround me, making me feel claustrophobic.
I want to escape this
But I can’t.

Shortened version:

Every day I enter the familiar city, basically my second home.
It’s an infinite cycle which I’m trapped inside, never to escape.
While I work, I see the other people around me, all trapped inside
The same cycle.