The treadmills won't push themselves
That fur your growing on your back warms you in the pasture
You could be the universe's favorite clone
Unknowingly staring at god as he smirked
The inside joke only sinking in by puberty
and manifesting through your 9-5 contribution
your early twenties edition
the physical full mixed with the psychological lack
The knee bend to pick up the box 20 kilo packed
Overhead quotes that have a kindergarten tincture
The bravado so shallow and stale it stinks on the very breathe it sails on
You crash on the rocks pre 30's some dry spell
Distance from inspiration
No vehicle to get you there
Hangovers comfort your internal resignation
Tell you mediocre is okay
You are at work in your head
Even on your holiday
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