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You wake up,

Take a leak,

Shove cornflakes down your beak,

You've not had enough sleep,

But you want your bonus next week,

Jump into the car,

Keys turn,

You won't get far,

But you don't know that yet,

But how could you?

University at the MET,

No time to get your brakes checked,

Besides,

That's Daddy's job.

Dead on thirty.

Do as the sign tells you,

Thinking for yourself results in a curfew,

And you need to go out,

To pull that bird you want to do,

She isn't the best,

But the best won't look at you,

He needs to buy some more Converse, too,

To let his personality shine through.

Eyes off the road,

Needs to find SOAD,

Needs to look hardcore when he pulls onto the street,

Of the friend he's to meet,

Wheels off the road.

Damn you, SOAD.

"Blackness".

Finally the word makes sense,

His poetry was right,

"Death makes you feel dense,"

But so does life,

When you're stuck in a routine,

When all you've done and seen,

Mean...

Nothing.

A dead end routine,

You chose it over a life,

Always settling for second best,

There will be time for change,

Right?

You lost sight,

Of what you wanted,

Of all that you dreamt,

What happened to the little boy who used to sit in his tent,

Pretending to be a soldier camping out in a wood?

Or the little girl who would dance all day if she could?

We're losing ballerinas and we're losing our police,

We're losing our soldiers and our presidents to the streets.

Don't rush into something that you think is what life means,

Or you'll just be stuck in a dead end routine.