Still

When life seems still,

And  ain’t  living to its fill,

 

When mundaneness fills the air,

And gotta go nowhere,

 

When pressure builds in the air,

And everything seems unfair,

 

Fret you must,

If cards dealt are just,

 

The picture is complete,

With tinge of sweat and fete,

 

When life seems still,

There’s enough to rejoice,

It isn’t nil,

Until you have a choice.

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