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Wild days are the norm

When trying to cope with the storm,

That is the work, life balance in all its forms,

When you’re trying to control time

But find that times controlling you,

When you wake up from a fitful sleep

And a banging head, through all the pressure,

Only to go to bed feeling the same way

I tell you this is a measure of the wild days,

This is the sign of how big the storm

We must not this become our norm,

We need to create somehow calm dawns.