Twenty, Lord I fear that
I don't want to be a cat
Sleeping throughout the day
Having life no other way
My dreams are getting blurry
Maybe it's due to worry
Life without purpose is much worse
I will call it nothing but a curse
Such life I don't want to be living
With my money the world I want to be exploring
My hope is I can change anything with prayer
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MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
