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SingleServingJack
Hours
Hours are passing one at a time
Quicker or faster – still no crime
The moon is growing tired and the lights are still on
With every hour mind slowly stops going on
It’s over for now, another day was lost
The next is the same, and it scares you the most
Slowly the body is put to rest
The sleep will be there, but not the best
They can be long, they can be short
Your eyes will still end up covered in blood
You might not like it, but there is no power
That can stop or alter the direction of hours
The night is over another day has come
The mind is really tired and the face is numb
The night’s sleep wasn’t enough by even a stretch
But you have to be fresh – see, that’s the catch
The sound of water and the sound of a brush
At least one thing’ll be fresh, now that’s a rush
The body gets tired few hours too soon
It already rests, but you can’t see the moon
They can be long, they can be short
Your eyes will still end up covered in blood
You might not like it, but there is no power
That can stop or alter the direction of hours