un-imaginarity
home, school, work
home, school, work
our life seams to be
in a world of un-imaginarity
we do the same rutine
this dates back to 1913
now insted of horses
we are at work and takeing corses
with our nose in our phones and job
we dont have time to laugh and sob
but we shuld
and we could
if it wornt for our society
and none of us are realy happy
so we do the same rutine
of un-imaginarity
work, school, home
work, scool, home
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