It seemed today I should be at my ease,
Lounging along in laziness all day,
Only exerting what effort I'd please,
Vigor a distant memory. Yet stay:
Even my old self would not have done so,
Keeping in mind the way I lived before.
At least I would have ventured out to know
The way the world was wagging at my door,
In some obscure attempt to find a meaning
Exiled from my life. So even then
Just as today, I would have been found cleaning
A bit of rust off of my life again.
Still, I must say a difference is there,
A sense that now I make a true repair.
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