The seriousness of laughter, the waste of fears unfound
We plan to sway disaster, only folly is unbound
This time that we are locked in with our schedules and our rules
Was it ever meant to name us and claim our every joule
I’m waiting for the age where I can lay down all my stress
To wake up in the morning and an hour later rest.
To have a plan that suits me, interruptions ne’er invade
Spend time with whoever suits me with no worries on parade
I Guess I have to face the truth that it will never be
As long as I am in this world with someone more than me.
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