1998

I’m running out of time to do all the things I dreamed
I’ve only time to be who I’ve become
This person so alien to me
Work and drudgery
Lessers begrudging me
Personal discovery
Addiction, recovery
Time is money
Banal conversations
Repetitive relations
Day after day
Mental maintenance
Dirty hands and a dirty mind
Limited choices
Chaotic voices
Contradictions telling me which way to go

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