We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?

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 All this time I worried about having a legitimate life and still sometimes I worry if I'm working enough for one day just because my ego demands it to work should be to engage with the world where it's needed none of this is needed I'm breaking my old compasses and trying to find new ones I am set adrift over mid day lunches and mall escalators and amongst people I was told to look up to and walking down busy streets for leisure (oh it is all so boring here, where time has no grit, no purpose, no direction) where so much is said and done without substance there are so many pacifiers wrapped in ribbons my coffee cup has a painting of the rainforest on it to pacify me from knowing that it is burning like the hearts of those with as much of a life as I have being paid like their time is worth less than mine like their life is worth less than mine while they work harder than I do when I say I need this coffee tinged with the calluses on their fingers my coffee cup says "for those rough mornings" I have never had a single rough morning really just ungrateful ones just selfish ones there is a hollow in my heart sitting on my lawn behind fences I don't understand how I can have acres when some people have nowhere to place two feet on but I fix quick meals from plastic wrappers and fill my tank with gas because there are places I need to be so quickly to do so much that keeps starving our collective roots instead of watering them and the billboards tell me everything I need they tell me where to look instead of around and beside and below and instead of in my own eyes in the mirror if I looked deeply enough inside of them to see the ache. It does not oil these machines if people notice the ache so we are distracted