Looking for the shut down switch.
To stall, stay, revive.
Till the rocks align
And silently turn the tide.
The pace makes all a blur
Wake, live, sleep
The live part is a mess
Still that’s how it goes every week.
Never thought I was an escapist
But life shows my true colours
My truth bows down, fails,
all down to the money in my purse.
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