Rent and ends meet

24 hours of working later
I can’t feel my legs anymore.
I am tired, and I want to go home.
Instead, I sit here.
Smoke,
sit and think here.
I should be an adult by now,
some say,
others say
this is the time to find yourself in life,
in shared knowing,
the system would grind me down

soon enough eventually.
What can I live with

and what can’t I?
What can I live by
and what do I pass on.
Tomorrow should be enough reason
to go along with today.
They talk about tomorrow,
today is just what happens
when you think of it.

I sit here today.
32 hours into the day

What should I say?
I really want to think about tomorrow.

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