I would like to be,
But this world will not allow it,
And it's not society,
As much as I would like it to be,
It's something to do with,
The physical impossibility of,
Self replication, to wit,
The power to create more time than there is,
Because no accomplishment comes without,
More than half your waking hours,
If you're really devout.
And it's alright,
If you'd rather trudge along with hundreds of dreams,
And get joy from jumping little hurdles,
That lead to nothing.
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