SCREAMING BELLS
Invade my sleep
A fleeting faze
Then reality bites
My dreams escape me
Frozen and forgotten
In the cold light of day
Commitment calls
And money talks
Speaking only of debts
The wolf at the door howls like the wind
Wearily I embrace inevitability
Mask apparel
I play this charade
This is not me
Only a mirage
I show what they want to see
I know no vocation
This is just the means to my end
I work to live
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