Unknown
Sooner or later.
The circus of caious will end.
No more burning candles at both end.
Depends.
Maybe better days are coming.
Who knows .
The reasons are unknown.
Hustle and the bustle.
9 to 5.
Not happening.
When you are sleeping
You are slipping.
The beat
And the drive never ends.
Days of long ago.
Gone forever.
Remain alone and and unknown.
This poem is about:
Me
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