Dreams on the Shelf
Changing my hours
climbing stone towers
leaving my mind once again.
No longer sleeping
constantly leaping
to wrap up my loose odds and ends.
As I awaken
I'm jolted and shaken
expected to shift up my gears.
If I go cruisin'
Will I be losing
respect from my loved one's and peers.
Though I know what's best
Ignore all the rest
keeping my thoughts to myself.
It's only a game
to keep people sane
to put all their dreams on the shelf.
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