My get up and go, has got up and went;
Working 'til I drop.
The never ending cycle of living, whenever will it stop.
The winds of change blow upon my face,
Teasing me with fresh delights.
The soles of my feet itch with curiosity, with the wonder of new sights.
Time is passing oh so quick;
The hourglass is running out.
All work and little play, makes me want to scream and shout.
The sands of time are calling me; just one step is all it takes.
A leap of faith into the unknown, could be the biggest mistake.
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