Seven Hours
you have got to have dreams
and they say,
dreams are everything
and it is true,
i dream all day at my work
and where once, i shone
now i just hurt,
and i just want that hurt to be gone
seven hours a day
with a break at one
dreams delude me with what they say
i am only young
so why do i feel this way
they say people are everything
well, from experience
they sure are something
most people, you could give the world
and they would still give you nothing
and you know that is true
but a few people give you everything
i say hang onto the few
i dream for seven hours a day
but i cannot dream the boredom away
nor the sadness,
which seems to stay
where once i was bright
now i feel worse
i just want the light to arrive
and to turn away the hurt
James Garratt - Wednesday 19th May 1999
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