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After Sick Leave (midnight musings)

by mollie-rose-trail

Routine -- a dastardly habit fed to control you, and your mind give your body a boring rhyme to dance to and not feel tempted into the lands of chance and reason letting you decide when to wake when or how you take your break because to trust your dedication is treason and foolhardy, why they must train you when to go to bed and when to wake and of course how you should operate. Oh all the things to teach your brain but like bleeding out a poison, time is always on your side, for nature she likes things the way they were your natural rhythm, denying it a crime! That is her insight, as you sit awake alone the clock ticking faster than before the coming day a dreaded chore your days spent sick now like a precious stone. How is one supposed to go to sleep at night when they know what comes with day the hum drum, daily toil and you left to fray? This is the story of man's modern plight.
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Nov 23, 2015
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#rhyme#revolution#plight#sickness#routine#musings#cures#brainwashing#treason#rhymingpoetry
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