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