Dancer

And then the day came that my morning was a little slower

When all the water of my shower could not see

Filter coffee without sugar as the highlight of day

Another meeting without the greeting of things, going my way

Another paycheck later I was still, getting by

But the discontent grew in me

When the love for life reduced to the hour, striking five

And then the next day I was stuck, inside my concrete life

I, don't, believe

That things are here to stay and