What  my conscience me can see

Is bland and getting blander

Real life is getting tougher

Calling in the sleepers

In hidden sources

Reinforcements £<$<%

…….

Out there on the streets

Were the lost found their feet

The rich were the ones with the child

Poor? rich? but true is all the price paid

Pay, collect then pay again pay again!!

Twice is more than enough.

…….

Looking backwards in T

Time after T

In the mirror hes there

His own

Face once fair.

……

Like its his hidden face

You see your self

Know his soul

His age is your age

Real space in T

Name? Name?

Ungiven.