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There was a place

For everything

And everyone,

Separate from each other

As if their joining together

Would cause disorder.



Each moment

Had its reason for being

And its function defined.



Not one minute was wasted

Until I realized I squandered

The most important thing of all:

The people who loved me.



I isolated myself from them

By keeping busy with

Projects abound and

Novels of fantasies

That would never be mine.



Detached and enervated,

I lost my motivation

For living.



I have to learn to

Become more disorganized

Or at least put

My priorities in order.