I wonder

Where do you go at night,
You do what you, “think is right.”
Where does your mind go at night?
You say you are lonely, but you aren’t the only one.
Sleep with the moon and rise with the sun.
Money locked you in, you are the prisoner of one.
No one has won,
an endless cycle till it all is done.
Or has it all just begun?

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