I see her every evening as I close my eyes

  whenever my deep slumber finally comes

  sharing time together before the sunrise

  saddened by a dawn worse than bad drums.

  Then the days are long and uneventful

  as I endure the life of a pitiful lemming.

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  Giving up my time for a minuscule handful

  of peanuts, an existence worth condemning.

  Yet when I see her, everything will change

  as those eyes, that smile make me feel good.

  Despite the turnaround, it’s not that strange

  but I know my place, nothing’s misunderstood.

  Even though I suffer through each grueling day

  seeing that woman in my dreams makes it okay.