Do you have to do something
  you loathe or then hate

To finance the thing
  that you love

Do you plod to a tune
  out of step and off key

To dance freely with
  that from above

Do the moments you steal
  and those stolen from you

Stand opposed or conjoined
  at the hip

Are those times rare and precious
  to freely aspire

Worth a life lived divided
   —and split

(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)