I envy the steadfastness of a diligent man
I envy him,
His day
Start off as refulgent as a bar of Gold
Blazing from dawn to dusk
And when his day come about to an end
It plunges into the ocean of luminance
And under the abysmal vales of amnesia
He shall go to sleep
Oblivion blooms about his bed
While withered and blighted.
He is a man of my dreams.
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