Hours

Hours

Seventeen hours of being awake
Each day it is all the same
Uncertain of this life being a fake
Need cash to finish off this game

Seven hours of numbing slumber
Each night hands on the dimmer
Only slowly switching to a lower number
Until you see the black star shimmer

Twenty four hours of heartbeat
With 120 beats a minute
The very moment our hands meet
Take this chance and win it

(2009)

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