A Life In the Day
weary is the woe of a man wanting
waiting
weeping to sleep
sleeping to dream
dreaming too deep
waking to scream
the mantra of a modern man
the shaking of a steady hand
as he sits and shakes his head
the singsong of the walking damned
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