Open your eyes.
Being back here reminds me of my delirious state of mind.
That is why I stay busy all the time.
Why slummber and remember what you lost.
When you can work hard instead of paying the cost.
Dreaming all day, but nothing gets practiced.
Being accustomed to what the future holds.
Instead of working on steady growth.
What tomorrow brings will come.
Because there is nothing new under the sun.
Stead fast in the deed that must be done.
Keep time and pace on this inconsistent run.
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