Late night riff, an unseemingly ultimate gift
Dancing around the time, so swift
Unbalancing thoughts without any demand
Playing into your own damn hand
Pretending to listen, endearing to mind
Only to awaken with the same unorganized crime
Day after day, winter after winter
The revolving door with which you enter
Your placemat is set, the seasoned vet
At times unwilling to jump on that jet
Life is fulfilling, when conscious of mind
But think too much, you wont feel so inclined
Power is endless and once you caress this
Your true desires will become unendless
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