Lost In The Cycle - Poem by Jessica Cummings
Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work
'cause there is nothing to do
even though there is always something to do
but why would you do that?
Go to sleep
Because the brain still says 'Go! '
When you say
Come back to consciousness?
You never left,
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