Looking for the shut down switch.

To stall, stay, revive.

Till the rocks align

And silently turn the tide.

 

The pace makes all a blur

Wake, live, sleep

The live part is a mess

Still that’s how it goes every week.

 

Never thought I was an escapist

But life shows my true colours

My truth bows down, fails,

all down to the money in my purse.