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?
To share is human:
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