Monday, October 12, 2015

A Sort of Struggle

Little by little they siphon them away
taking what they can of the subconscious
Simply so they cannot dream
We damn them with their burdens
Their shoulder weighted down
Saying its time to knuckle down
Its time to live so give up now
But we fight on
With what little strength we have
For our doppelganger is ready
To punch the time clock
and get the mortgage through
With all the life force
The world has stole from you.

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