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Sisyphus Brain
Hurry, shove, jostle, straight to early grave
Hours we’ve wasted never be regained.
Get ahead on the backs of fellow slaves,
Smile through changing seasons, ignore pain.

Certainty essential in race to win,
Reflection is torment, break looking glass.
Rigor Mortis expression its death grin,
Sweet dreams of childhood never shall pass.

March to possessions thing that does possess,
Whoever has grandest toys is most blessed.
Covet beads and baubles, dress to impress;
Great mission of life’s journey, bazaar quest?

When purpose is lacking, why carry on?
Masters of our destiny or all pawns?

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