while at work, droning through the 9 to 5, or the 10-12 hour beat down for us unlucky saps the jaws of the shark come crushing down bringing waves of pain through remembrance
comes best from those who consider themselves two-bit, fucked up, failures, but still churn on doing what they do as if after those last final breaths, somewhere along the line,
out from which place that we pretend our greatest courage lies & those fears that eat at us quietly subside, whilst we are constantly being watched by others,