The principle of labor
is not lost on me
At heart I know it’s not
what keeps me from feeling free
it’s always just the going
the starting each day
it’s just a constant quiet wish
it could just go away
I said this was my year
my shining jubilee
for getting out from under
for sighting out my apogee
I know for all of it
labor is the only coin
No dream or idea good enough
no club for me to join
but wouldn’t it be pretty
if it wasn’t ever so
I’m desperate for an angle
that suggests the answer’s no
what
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