The Clock is turning,
My world is burning.
My existence appearing trite,
I long for a purpose so bright.
By yesterday’s final hour,
Seated in bed, emotionally dour.
Change this perpetual monotony
This life has chosen to befall on me.
Hopes and dreams ramble about,
Yet I can’t seem to bring them about.
What must I do?,
To become one of you.
One of the happy and brave,
More than dull and slave.
Where is my existential deliverance?,
Hidden behind my lively indifference.
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