Here we are again..
I hate funerals, and all that camaraderie we have to put up with.
Or the ones we have to put up for.
Or the days of slow
Or the drums of the repetitive rhythm
Or the same faze of discontent
How weary one gets after a long day.
I wonder how long this stint will last this time.
I hope the dreamers are working hard.
My mind is filled with void once again...
Work hard dreamers, work hard.
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