work you have,
the less time you sit
around
staring
at your navel, pondering
the future,
what's left
behind.
you're too busy
to be bothered
by matters of the heart,
matters
of the mind.
there's work to do.
this world of yours
won't keep
spinning if you don't stop
the crying,
don't forgo the whine.
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