Growing Old
This grown up stuff gets more complex
than the super ego and the id
We never have much time for sex
I don't know how we ever did
Full time schedules
Traffic is always hell
No matter how much we scream and yell
We are running on fumes and the mirror tells
I'm at my wits end,
I live for the weekends
Wake up late, drink some tea
I turn off our phones
I pray no one wakes me
I don't want t.v.
I don't want food to eat.
I just want to sleep
Copyright © Kian Furnace | Year Posted 2013
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