The revelation might be
quiet, and dull
how would I recognize
feel that deep pull
brain is juiced out
on the quick and easy light
I said their dollars
wouldn't turn me
but I scarce put up a fight
I'll get up early in
the morning
for a shot at their plow
the tyranny of a sure thing
if they could see me now
If the I of then
could see me now
I'd curse a blue streak
no sign of revelation
and I'm dragging
tired and weak
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