Sometimes as I’m prone to do
Laying flat out like a stone
Listening to the worldwide drone
Interrupted by a mobile phone
Prone to wish for something new
Leave behind those days outgrown
Not bother with what I might own
Capture beauty in a classic tone
So if it’s all the same to you
We can live within the zone
Not wear our tips down to the bone
Tomorrow need not be a clone
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