Sunday, 27 June 2010

Object

ou get used to it time
I was told
Four later
I still get anxious
The feeling of the inevitable is burning
And still you may neglect
And then what?
Doesn’t bare thinking about but it passes the time
It’s all you think about at first
Then it’s their life
Dreams, memories, family
But that bares thinking about less
A jobs a job my dad used to always say
Incomes income
Business is business
A jobs a job
The job is here
I always hesitate, in my head
But it doesn’t bare thinking about
Like that it’s over
I yearn for more

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