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I wake up each day
With great expectations I really can't say Without hesitations What makes me okay It's imaginations Of wanting to stay In my own creations But when the day's done It's always the same It wasn't much fun It's a stupid game I play it so much It's become routine Else I would lose touch And become insane It's like a disease Like a malady But it helps to ease My reality I don't like to work Or go without sleep Sometimes it's absurd The hours I keep But I do what I can To make ends meet I do have a plan To get on my feet It's an illusion Just a pipe dream Unwelcome intrusion That makes it seem Like nothing is real It's ALL just a dream Sometimes I just feel Like life's a big scheme But then I take rest And wake up anew That's when I feel best I'm not feeling blue I've dreamed all my dreams And sorted it out Somehow I release What I'm worried about It's a big cycle That never does end When life becomes frightful Then sleep is my friend
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