THE DAY IS TOO LONG
The day is too long
Time is too much
When one has no urgent work to do
Life’s meaningless stretches infinitely
How much time can one rest?
How much vacation can one have?
How long can one burn unused happily?
We are such creatures
As need to work and be active
Without this
Dull and bored and tired and purposeless
We loathe our lives away
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