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Looking up at the ceiling,

counting the seconds,

moments spent wasting away

doing nothing.

Dreams fill me

but they don’t thrill me

like the rush of living.

Outside these walls

through that door,

there is a place full of hope and wonder,

there is a place that I desire to be

but instead I’m here counting the sheep.

Wake up,

rise from the rest

don’t be like the rest

of the others

taking but not giving

wanking as the chances given

are taken away.

Speak nothing but the truth,

keep the bull to yourself.

Don’t you know me,

I am the one to

change the way you move

to the rhythms

of the everyday…

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