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In a world where numbers speaks.
Where obligations creeps unceremoniously on our lives like freaks. I find myself lost in a sea of commotion, In the realm where bills have no emotions.
See! For nineteen years, I have had sleepless nights. Nightmares of a beast chasing me in my sleep, screaming, wake up, wake up, this beast have five wings, each wing inscribed with an alphabet that spells b.i.l.l.s. I thought prayer was going to make it go away, but it didn't so, i tried procrastination, this one was like a credit card: it was so much fun until I got the bills. Each envelope that arrives at my door,
Carries the weight of my worries and more, With trembling hands, I tear them apart, to read the demands that pierce my heart.
So, the next time you see me run out of my house in jump suits, tools in hand and black boots before cock crows, know that it was that fierce beast chasing me out of bed into a Rubik's cube called work.
Behind these walls, I fight my fight,
Day after day, in the dimming light,
But as I trudge through this endless maze,
I realized, my optimistic spirit cannot be erased. The hours I toil, the dreams I sow, They can't be measured by numbers alone, yet the bills keep coming, relentless and cruel, as if my heart's blood is their only fuel.
But in my soul, I'll find the strength, to rise above this financial length, for though the burden may never cease, i'll hold on to hope and find inner peace.
So, I'll face each bill with a steadfast heart, knowing that within me, I'm a work of art,
For life's worth cannot be measured in gold, and my spirit cannot be bought or sold. Be this as it may, like a prisoner I will continue on parole, bearing in mind, this bills will come for me. Bills that have no emotions.