Waiting for gratification, all you get is new frustration you did not know before you grew old. Longing for some inspiration, where is all that satisfaction someone told you you are bound to find? Laugh and talk about things gone by. About a time you call the glory days. You're pathetic, just like Mellencamp. All abating, all smiles. Your life's now, not in the 90's. Hooked up to an assembly line nine to five. And five to nine is all that's still left from you. Stop holding on, start moving on. Remember this route we talked about? I know, it got you right off of it. But what? And why? You can't just keep keeping on.
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