Busy trying to stay busy
Busy looking for a purpose
Busy searching out a reason
Why the hours must all be filled.

Making silliness important
Assigning value where there’s none
Turning make-work into passion
Goaded by the minute hand.

Twirling in a fog of boredom
Searching for the golden egg
Spinning hours into blankets
Useful as a place to hide.

Can this be the destination
Of the long and winding road;
Dumped off at the edge of living
Just to wait the final call.
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