And I'm reminded once again that we
Have little time, although one's life seems long
When stuck within a cubicle. I see
An endless round of chores just to maintain
My place within this world and keep it whole,
Whene'er I look ahead. "Oh, what a pain,"
I say, when I'm not thinking. What's my role
Outside of this, though? What am I to do?
Keep writing lines like these? Is that enough?
It must be, for it brought me all of you,
And I don't take for granted all the stuff
You bring to me. Don't ever think so, please.
We're all here for each other's help and ease.