Sit and relax, watch something crap, you're only moving closer to death, they're all doing it and so must you suppress the desire, digest what you're fed.
Oh the restlessness, have you got somewhere to be?
The Endless Restlessness
Scared of being a nobody
Sedate yourself somehow, colours become slowly dulled, there's an allocated time for fun, it's over there where you left yourself.
Dream of a past that you didn't quite have, laze around and tell stories enhancing the bland, complain of ageing but there's only one cure, I'm leaving now and this voice said "are you sure?"
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