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one of those days that had no beginning and
projects no end,
with things and happenings in the middle that
amount to bits.
I want to feel that every day counts,
and that every moment should be used wisely,
yet
I enjoy going through the motions at times,
and I enjoy the sorrow of
waking up - doing things - then going to sleep.
Life is meant for what?
Discover this and you'll die. . .
so we mights as well live to search -
in hopes to discover.