living or Existing

She sees clearly now
How buried she'd been
Deep down, in this rustling town
The nine to five, oh! What a clown

Rumbling, crumbling, almost drowning
Voices so loud its deafing
So firm its convincing
But in there is that tiny echo
That finds her when she is lost

Why can't she go back to when
To when life only meant play time
Such a scam, this thing called adulthood
let's trade for some dimes
Let's visit her Chi and make a deal

Maybe then, she could really be
Be happy!




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