Relax

I wake to find my life is just the same
I’ll break the heights another day instead
I’ve tried defining lines to write my aims
Although I’m drawn to staying tucked in bed

To make a time too late to win the game
I never knew to win will break the bread
I drew of streets to greet and to be fed
Defined by grime and grit I’ve switched to lame

I doubt I’ll be devout to getting wed
I crave to eat, to sleep and to be tame
And sure I can directly pave the blame
And this is not to change perhaps to death

Relax I’ll say, my rage remains inside
Relax and cry of love I am denied

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