Automatic
wake up hit the clock
everything is automatic
everything is moving
like a clock a vicious cycle
spinning to fast to keep up
we are faded shadows seeking life
emotions standing by our side
deadlines print stress
limit our script
inspiration in the form of a smudge
feelings never to be judged
inspiration as seen
in the shimmer of our eyes
obscure like in a dream
desire can seem so obscene.
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