Envy

I

get

frustrated

with

time

spent

with

friends

I

could

care

less

about.

It

must

be

punishment

for

an

irrevocable

sin

I

have

forgotten

over

the

years.

Karma

strikes

at

dawn

ripping

me

from

bed,

from

legs

intertwined

after

a

nightly

cause

and

effect

of

adoration.

There

is

no

hoarding,

no

trickling

of

seconds

into

the

new

sun.

There

is

only

residue

left

on

time

piece.

A

reminder

of

the

inescapable

labrinth

where

my

mind

loses

direction.

I envy the free.

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