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Here I stand so you may hear these words

Abandon your baseless distractions

fly like the birds

oh and how quaint you might say

when as your day fades away

you’ll see the divisions of time weren’t real anyway

a hunger of the metaphorical nature reflects to you what you live for

success isn’t enough to satiate, it only alleviates for a while

once we’re satisfied with ourselves, the rest seems juvenile