They say time is gold
Not in my world it isn't
At least not now, i'm sure of it
One month pass since the first day of training
Nothin changes
Just like the day before i sit and wait to get paid
Every day i reach my desk
Time seem to have a new pace
YouTube becomes a faithful friend
Blogging becomes a routine job
But still, time slowly passes by
It hurts the soul
A kind torture that rips of the spirit within
Now i fear for my future
Fear for the life of the same kind
Fear to be traped in this world
A world you need to hear the clock tick
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