\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is it worth it, all this toil?<\/p>\n
That burdens me so.<\/p>\n
This labour that takes its toll, making me recoil.<\/p>\n
I can stand tall no more.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is it worth it, all these things?<\/p>\n
They fight for my attention.<\/p>\n
They tear apart my spleen.<\/p>\n
Each one dons a costume, to rival the others’ sheen.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
They all cry out, “it is an emergency!”<\/p>\n
Is it all that serious, all these things?<\/p>\n
That make me cringe and desperately cling.<\/p>\n
I hold on tight, with the strength I bring forth.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
I delve within my heart to release this strength.<\/p>\n
I keep digging deeper for treasure.<\/p>\n
Yes, these precious golden nuggets of peace of mind, a rested soul and tranquil joy.<\/p>\n
The mine of my life and mind are here by almost barren.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Constant emergencies and extremely urgent matters have overexploited my mine.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n
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\u00a0 Is it worth it, all this toil? That burdens me so. This labour that takes its toll, making me recoil. I can stand tall no more. \u00a0 Is it worth it, all these things? They fight for my attention. They tear apart my spleen. Each one dons a costume, to rival the others’ sheen. … <\/p>\n