Just a little more, I fret,
Of a treasure always sought; time –
Elevating my need to start
Living once more.
Tomorrow I shall try something else,
Hark, it is merely a trap
And nothing that will bring you joy –
Nothing but faithful reassurance, yet,
Karma they cry.
You patronise me about my way of living,
Of course, I have heard it all before, I am
Under the pressure of nothing new.
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