I can not tell you how much I've lived
to wish myself deceased by now
I'll do more laps if I must do them
but I'd opt for cruise control,
if I could only have it
It's not like I have given up,
it's just that nothing thrills me
Then comes a fellow looking like a stick of incense
who tells me ---Don't sweat it, kid
in geological time, you've already been turned relic
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