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There are times when life becomes surreal.
Gunning and running round the same damned wheel.
Scurrying and worrying, vying and trying just to make the deal.
No feel? I'll heal.
There are times when life's one more bad screw.
No changes or re-arranges - just the same old view.
Currying and hurrying, crying and dying for nothing that's new.
Make do? I'm blue.
There are times when life is simply fought.
Time is sought and frought - moving without thought.
Furrowing and burrowing - a bad deal bought.
Feel caught? I think not.