Old Man On the Inside
Consuming time is hard
Harder than many people think
Your mind begins to wonder
Pushing boredom to the brink
The brink of disaster
Mind and body begin to work
Motionless your mind moves
Your body begins to hurt
Unsettled and settling
Who can compare between the two
Unfinished buisiness among us
Ten years feeling like two
When will it all end
These Time consuming days
Every year it gets harder
constantly pushing work in my face
Growing old and working
No sleep to one's eye
The feeling of being useless
The feeling of wanting another life
Take lifes cookie
And crumble it as you wish
You take it with a grain of salt
And try and make another dish
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