The reckoning
Twenty years are coming.
Time has not changed.
It's the thought of it all.
That makes it so strange.
No future, just jobs.
One dream, just keep dreaming.
Cause never started.
It's stagnation of it all.
It's changing my thoughts.
Should I be even married anymore
Cause I'm ready to start.
I'm without work currently.
And don't have the will.
I just want to fly..
Fly away I will.
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