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Exhaustion
It's okay, she said
Another melancholy trip
inside my head
It's not your job to save me,
pave the way, or take the wheel
I'll smile through every mile
just let me know you understand.
These side trips of the mind
Are part and parcel
of our corporeal kind
The cost of doing business
Calculated undertaking
A caveat emptor:
You do the crime you do the time
But oh the time, it blends
The hours and minutes
blur the road again
My smile more forced each day
I just wish you'd take this wheel
I need to close my eyes
And let you navigate a ways
