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Life is relentless there's no more time to live, One foot off the gas and no more time to give, When you wake a little motivate it takes some time for me to operate, I know what's coming I await patiently it waits Strung along  I reappear back to the same spot where I ordinary belong, Riding through the night, Driving home before daylight, Every street with a different score until I want no more. Engine switches off the bodies tired relaxed to a tee, Imagination wanders off, Luck brings back a crete of creativity, like a mind in an ancient box, It springs to life like a chip of the old block, It ticks and it talks silently experiments those dictionary words that can express gain and loss. A little cure to this fear its all I know, It doesn't come near, quilt covers all and it shields, I'm never coming out but neither can I sleep concious dreaming with a banging heartbeat. So let me sleep in all this wilderness, Let me feel the love of happiness, I promise to keep the next day I repeat this more often than not with a life little less ordinary. I'm still waiting for this change like all my life its how I behave, True to the word of fate it hides its destiny seal and it frustrates. As if that was all meant to be, Nothing unusual just a life little less ordinary and a bit more of me. O'Reily@17052013
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
A Life Little Less Ordinary
Life is relentless there's no more time to live, One foot off the gas and no more time to give, When you wake a little motivate it takes some time for me to operate, I know what's coming I await patiently it waits Strung along  I reappear back to the same spot where I ordinary belong, Riding through the night, Driving home before daylight, Every street with a different score until I want no more. Engine switches off the bodies tired relaxed to a tee, Imagination wanders off, Luck brings back a crete of creativity, like a mind in an ancient box, It springs to life like a chip of the old block, It ticks and it talks silently experiments those dictionary words that can express gain and loss. A little cure to this fear its all I know, It doesn't come near, quilt covers all and it shields, I'm never coming out but neither can I sleep concious dreaming with a banging heartbeat. So let me sleep in all this wilderness, Let me feel the love of happiness, I promise to keep the next day I repeat this more often than not with a life little less ordinary. I'm still waiting for this change like all my life its how I behave, True to the word of fate it hides its destiny seal and it frustrates. As if that was all meant to be, Nothing unusual just a life little less ordinary and a bit more of me. O'Reily@17052013
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
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