Loaded as I speak
Clearly high on caffeine
I suddenly realize
How this modern life
And its fuel keeps us going endlessly
Pouring our lives into barrels
Others sell after quarrels
For us to keep nickels and dimes
While wearing a smile
Chasing dreams made of plastic
Dodging fields filled with plastique
Trying to embrace smiles into memories
Daring to keep swimming through all those bodies living far away so close…
…Two sugars, please…
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