I’ve too quick become accustomed,
To this enforced hibernation.
I am tired through all the tasks.
I want peace and a libation.
Though I may start to wonder,
About the world could hold,
I find that my desires,
Are no longer quite that bold.
I find that life is smoother,
Without the world jostling at your back.
Too much pushing on a surface,
And it will start to crack.
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