You pay to live,
you pay to die;
you pay for a lie
and every fall and thrive.
You pay to see the truth
and to get some peace;
to sleep with ease
and to keep grasp of youth.
I pay, therefore I am,
as though my soul has a price,
like everything I work for.
But nothing is ever the same
in a world made of vice -
each day worse than before.
23/04/2017
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