To pause for reflection.
The duties I've been given by virtue of this life,
Are waiting in anticipation.
Despite what might be happening in my real life,
The world demands my time outside of it,
To avoid changing circumstances in the former,
And leaving me not able to pay for it.
So where's the option outside of pure freedom,
Whether in the rich sense or in the sense of another,
Kind of structure where still not everyone's free,
Because someone needs to use the shovel?
And it's alright,
We're all distracted enough, anyway,
Not to notice the time demanded of us,
Nor, really, even to have the voice to say.
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