Our lives are rushed and harried
And we carry all this stress

Surrounded by our worries, and
Incessant tiredness

We’re here, we’re there, we’re on the phone;
We’re everywhere at once

Together in our harried lives,
Till one of us just punts

And walks away from all of this,
While saying, “I want more.”

Why live such harried lives, when we
Have no idea
What for?

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