For the consistancy of your life,
To remain so, is that your body does not,
Fail to stay alright.
And your mind must keep in mind all the time,
That it does not float around without,
The aid of this interacting form,
Regardless of your opionion of your bod.
What a funny outcome,
Of all of your hard labour,
Not of the body but of what's inside,
Only to be subject to the sabre.
And it's alright,
Sometimes Life's funny that way,
You live it mostly in your brain,
But your body stops it anyway.
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