Pause a Spell

Perhaps the world will pause a spell
withdraw the need to interact
no place to be except to drowse
cocoon myself in sad malaise

so many paths must be walked
fulfilling needs beyond the pain
by rote or just the will to move
these mimic life in their resolve

contrast the shell that begs for rest
a place to slumber with the angst
to acknowledge that life is done
while sadness saps more than its share

leaving less than what's portrayed
on the mask and in the sway
while the imposter seeks glad rest
forever far from duties' realms.

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