Didn't I tell you,
To look-up from your work,
Even just once wouldn't you?
You didn't want to.
Didn't I tell you,
To look around at the beauty,
That is this world?
But your head stayed bowed to your desk.
Didn't I tell you,
To see what's around you?
I told you to enjoy.
But your fingers stayed on the keyboard.
One day you told me,
That you would retire early,
That life had passed you by,
And if I would enjoy it with me.
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