When I Was Alive

Jul 28, 2019

∙ Paid

Furrowed brow, vacant stare

Mind focused yet unaware

Knuckles tight as I make my way

Here we go, another day

Immersed I am in things to do

My job is important, without it who

am I do you think

Drink, it’s Friday night

A chance to escape the fight

The endless toil given to me by whom

Le grand autre I have succumbed to you

Driving

Rad…

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