Time

Wake up in the morning,

sun in my eyes,

dreams on my head.

Take the red to Union,

nowhere to go

and no place to be,

to find something to do.

Life in the city,

always on the search

for the next thing,

always on the move

without looking back.

Go to bed tonight,

late in the night,

after the club closes

and the bus ride home.

I do what I do,

don’t judge unless you’ve been

where I’ve been,

the same each week

just to pass the time.

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