For the old routine,
Everything must be on the fly,
Until arriving,
At a new life where you can settle down.
But will that ever come?
Most people work their whole life to find out,
While it only ever works for some.
Not that one should therefore never try,
In fact, it's inhuman to not,
Or at least it's denying you the pleasure,
Of maximizing on what,
Makes us alright,
Which is the chance that there is something more,
Than what we see, which we will never find out,
Unless blind faith makes us deny our true core.
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