Old stuff

Blanket pulled up over head
Fears cause you to shrink on back
Sitting awake and shaking
"What is it that I lack?"

Speeding through your daily shores
Brush this, wash this, work and work
But when do you have the time
To work out all your little quirks

Sleeping through the daylight hours
Awake at night like a cat
Trying so hard to perform magic
Yet can't pull a rabbit out of your hat

You can't change your life
In the blink of an eye
You have your whole life
That is, 'till you die

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