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The Rest Sometimes things don’t go right,
And you’re stuck with the blame.
But none of that matters,
In the end there is no shame.
You are always rushed,
You continue to climb.
But it won’t do any good,
In the end there is not time.
You are constantly bothered,
By the life that you have wrought.
But life is false,
In the end there is no thought.
You constantly search,
For that missing glove.
But they’re not to be found,
In the end there is no love.
Animosity tears through you,
But if you only wait,
Your pains will be eased,
In the end there is no hate.
You struggle through the stress,
To overcome the strain.
The time will come to rest,
In the end there is no pain.
In the end there is no breath,
In the end there is only death.
