Income
Shake me awake
I swear I have been gone far too long
Consumed by my own consumption
Does that make me a part of something?
Maybe comfort is lying somewhere in my possession
but not in one that I possess just yet
Time will tell but time is waiting for no-one
how easy I find that to ignore
There is always something left to achieve
but with an ever-changing focus
more and more to see but our own vision fading
now we see through the eye of lust
Purchase if you please
Dispose as you please
No need to ask please
Someone somewhere is begging please
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