Stale Air
mind is roaming,
brain is foaming.
energy overload,
frog is turning to a toad.
work again tomorrow,
need money that i could borrow.
plant a seed and grow a tree
now i have some fruit for free.
it's now time for me to sleep
i pray i'm not the devil's to keep.
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