The alarm is set for nine; he hopes the morning
will be fine.
Slips a pill onto his tongue and tries to empty
out his mind.
Of all the devils that live there.
He awakes at ten to twelve. Feels a little bit
unwell.
He dreamt that life is just a dream we awaken
from ourselves.
So he draws back the custom.
Pity the man who eats alone at tables set for
two.
Pity the man out on his own - for that man could
be you.
Pity the man who sleeps alone - for that man
could be you.
Sun is scattered through the room. Dust settles
pretty soon
As his keys and money hide. Hi struggles hard to
find
The time he's losing
So he runs and slams the door. His possessions on
the floor.
This sacrifice he makes - his freedom for a dole
He never made.
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