Maintenance

Life

Yet, never the time for living it seems

Delaying the new deferment of dreams

Shelving the distant to favour routine

Slaves to societies sterile regime

Oiling the hours to necessitate gain

Whitewashing glances on overrun train

A glimpse of the future, fragments in time

Offices workloads consuming sublime

Hectic is weekly the weekend exceeds

Moments that soar as we clip off our leads

Governed by should to the tempo of clock

Time pilfering hours from its dutiful flock

Hope freezing like icebergs waiting the spring

Wedded to rules occupation the ring

Forever on hold as illusion rotates

Welded and bolted it leers behind gates

Declining the year's, youth dissolves on the bone

Proprietors of soul mind and carcass on loan

Born then to living we sequence and crave

Created, placated from instinct to grave

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