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We live to work to feed ourselves

To live and learn and sleep to earn. 

We love the days from five till nine

And worship the hours still to go. 

We love to wish and wish to learn

Just how those hours may start to grow. 

And we wish that burn of thought 

In turn, would kindly leave us so. 

The silence of a day gone by; left for us to use,

And in the nights that sleep eludes, we're left for us to ponder

Whether we'll ever see our own reflection amid the flaming sun. 

So frequently we set aside the thoughts we take in stride,

Set aside for a later hour that comes not nearly in time;

Deprive the self from the self and squander evermore

A being you may come to love, learn to tend to more. 

I abhor the thought of living this life by weeks or months at time;

To withstand the span between the moments that embody life at prime. 

To live by hour or second in bliss, or fully down and out,

A better time to know oneself than to be lost within a cower. 

We might just be in simplicity, to be one in and all,

We might just put at peace the fury within our flaws.