I don’t see you grumble, As you stumble...... and fall Into the deeper depths of depravity. One more day, one more dollar You cry from the midst of your shell-like existence, Dreaming but not acting on your ambitions you’re planning. So sit there, sit..... Turn up the noise in your head Which will keep your trying For one more day to pass, Yet gain nothing but self admiration.
Reason for writing:
It's my first bit of work!
I was inspired by a young lady sitting opposite me on the Underground. She was sat there staring into space with her Walkman on full blast.
What do we think in these circumstances.
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