Always dreaming what is not for me.
I work to pay; just so I can live.
Things that matter I miss, to busy working to live.
Far away places are just that for me, far away places I might never see.
If the day comes that I can see them, I will be too busy working to live.
When I grew old, I will look back.
What will I remember… what will I remember?
Will it be me working just so I can live.
I chase the wrong things.
This is something I don’t want to remember.
Day #23 SJD
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