Another night and I can not sleep again,
So I sit here and write some ****.

Nowhere to run, so, wait for the sun.
Another new day to run, for the race, and clouds again.
But the night, lights bright, music loud, smoke not clouds.
So this day, I am a sales man.
They call me super sales man.
That is what I am.
Thats what you hear.
But I have a rap to sell this crap.
Sell yourself for it is later than you think.
Your mind is on the blink.

Paul