When you're having fun,
Which is why you should be searching for,
Your vocation,
Because it pains me to watch you drag on,
And to have you around,
Obviously not enjoying your life,
And extending, anyhow,
For wouldn't you rather breeze through, without a care,
And have it be over before you know it?
Well, maybe that's the point, you are afraid,
Of your death,
Which is alright.
That's one way, I guess,
Of extending your time here on earth:
Drag it out by making it wretched.
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