03 - Time And Space

It's high time that I change the course
Of going from bad to worse
And skip my daily dose
Of all anxieties and woes
I know I sure as hell
Should not concern myself
With foreign concepts such as time and space

When my time yields meager pay
Then exchanged for a stay
In small scale spaces
That only further my decay

How can I tap into the rhythm
Of a pulse I don't believe should be revived
Of cruel hearts that pump up sedatives
Into the arteries of broken bodied weary minds

These days my pleasures stem
From walks at 5AM
Seeing this city come alive
When under dim street lights
Other sleep deprived kinds
Dread their return back to the grind

And all the while...

Their time yields meager pay
Then exchanged for a stay
In small scale spaces
That only further their decay

Written by:
Misha Kachkan

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