Was for a day far off into the future,
Aloof as a cloud—a day like today—when
I have everything I ever thought I wanted.
But all my blessings now appear as responsibilities,
Tugging at my time like an impatient child
Tugs her mother's sleeve, and I sigh
As if this isn’t the apple of my eye,
As if I didn’t pray for this,
As if I’d be biding my time in any other way,
As if living a good life
Just isn't worth all the work I put in.
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