After these sixteen lines,
The navigation through my current thoughts,
Will leave the stress behind,
Forgotten for however long it takes,
Though I can't take all day,
I could never run fast or far enough,
To keep life's artificial jobs away,
Doing things I would never choose myself,
Or that mean anything,
Becoming critical while people starve,
Wishing they had something,
Like what I have,
While I wish for a dream,
Of a life where I can do what I want.
Now let the stress catch up, I've done sixteen.
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