The Routine:
My consciousness leaps to the beep,
torn from the pleasues of the dreamers sleep,
the snooze is denial, the small rebelion begun.
But needs must and so do bills,
the 10th circle of hell awaits,
the M50 conveyor belt as broke as ever.
The days unfold the same:
work; eat; sleep; repeat.
Hell is a job to fill the virtual account.
But then, a break from the norm,
the brains lightening fires in the storm,
tears the sheeps fabric from the wolfs eyes.
Life is but natures cycle,
sometime she up and sometimes she cries,
but each day is different you just need to look with fresh eyes.
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Wow, that is all I can say......wow
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