by David O'Brien

Created on: August 18, 2009

I wake in the morning... and once again the feeling entraps those around

This creature of habit, now more predictable than ever

Knowledge which comes from education and work, now unable to blend

To act so inappropriately, would never be tolerated

Street sense a must, aside from the money we make

An oblivious image in time, will remain transparent

To mask this march through time, a true crime for all

A swift jolt required, to derail the debris strewn all about

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