How Much Love

How much love,
would it take,
for me to get out of bed.

I wonder how much fun,
I need.

I wonder how much sun I could see,
if I really cared to raise my head,
when I want to die here now instead.

How much expectation
of a golden new beginning.

How much purpose
could I find, if sought.

How much love,
would it take,
to get out of bed.

How much money,
if love could be bought.

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