Silent streets are masked in thoughts that drown out the peace
Everybody is thinking
Thoughts are racing like cars in the night
Morning always comes too soon
Never enough time in the day
People lying in bed at night with their eyes heavy yet wide - heads full of the day that's been and those that are coming
Saturday, 28 November 2015
Work life
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