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Endurance
Look at you smiling in your bookbinder life
Settled like a paperweight.
Forever a part of your 4 by 4 frame
In a chair that is good for your back
But not for your mind.
Living out the empty dream
With dulls threads that are worn to please.
There must be more of a motive to exist,
Something special before the hour of death.
There must be more to life than this,
A vocation in itself is theft
A theft that takes a life
And drains it until its final strike.
Look at you wrinkling in your 9 to 5 life
Sixty years old with a deadweight housewife.
But what is life if not ever lived,
But simply endured, and when over not missed?
Cues when to frown and when to applaud
In this prim and immaculate world
Where everyone is fraud.
Filed just like a book,
Or another mind they took.
