I struggle to form basic thoughts

I cannot make a start;

For I am sick and sorrowful

And weary in my heart


I find I no purpose to my days,

And everywhere I go

I cast but dancing shadows with

My little puppet show


The package says that I’m improved

But with defects I’m rife;

For I’ve grown wan and haggard and



My life


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