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APPRAISAL OF JOY
Life becomes brighter
Beyond the storm of reason
The toil of seasons
Success, a book without closure
No eyes to read upon the words
A prison of dull days
Reaped fruit, empty room
Eyes hang like a chandelier
Breath robotic, never attuned
A striving bloom, sheared coccoon
Effort from apathy
No answers
Perpetual stream of empty moments
Such yearn for struggle
When satisfaction is gained
Paradox of the open soul
The hunger never slows
Our pockets ever expand
To appraise joy
And we find we never have enough
But at least I can buy things...
Might take a permanent vacation...
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