elbow deep in deleterious muck
reaching for the ring that got stuck
somewhere between departed and decayed
tripping over trepidation dismayed
the stumbling block is something more
than just lazy listless or bored
when beloved little things become a chore
you’re over your head, so head for shore
kick off your kicks get in the cage
pull down the curtain set the stage
the blinders made for focus make you boring
don’t spend the waking half of life snoring
sun comes up, sun goes down
what goes around comes around
but those are the meanings not the means
the credits of the film are not the scenes
not all, but most of life is what you will it
so take that life of hours and fill it
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