Endless

Alarm buzzing, sreaming my dreams away.
Early mornin, five-o-clock, each day.
I ready myself, for this messed up race.
Love money, love greed, we bend and we bleed.
Love wants, love things, we never really need.
Blind in this race of the mind, held prisoner, to the hands of time.
We make up our rules, we create our own doubt.
Only standing together, may we stand out.
New friends, my family, together, let us live out our dreams.
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