There are those whose interests I share;
compared to these interests, my voice cannot compare.
I remain inexorably silent all these years
while my spoken voice falls on set of ears.
Why do I run in a race with no end?
Why do I refuse food when I am hungry?
Why do I stay awake when I am tired?
I don't know what it is to be well-rested.
Who calls me softly with open arms?
Who intervenes, raising no alarms?
It is, of course, a friend.
A friend called the end.
My doctor frightens many.
Dread from me? There isn't any.
It takes a seat, and we converse.
It knows that I have gotten worse.
"Take your medicine,
it will be no sin,"
spoke my amiable friend,
the one called the end.
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Dr Joel LaNacey
I used to be a bunch of atoms but now I'm alive, I guess.
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