Remembered
Imagine a young man alone
Half asleep on top of this bleak abyss
All day he’d been working like a locomotive
He thinks aloud I only have two hands,
but they want me to do everything
He reaps little benefit from the work he does
And the little he does get
He didn’t want at first
He didn’t feel as if he needed it
Because he couldn’t find use for it
But he remembers what his father told him years ago
Make use of the things around you
So he took the things anyway
Just to justify his work
And make himself believe what he did could help everyone
Or anyone
Or someone
That what he does is actually important
So he could believe it too
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