When your time is all for others,
And nothing heads your way.
When you need to be paid,
But all you do is pay.
When you’re tired, but there’s no rest.
When you want to take a break,
But you know you must keep moving,
There’s a life that you must make.
That is when you take a stock,
And wonder if it’s right,
The path that you have chosen,
Is more cross country run than flight.
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