One Way Commodity

Though I’m here in spirit, my body has decayed

Consumed by my indifference toward my squalid state

Every joint aches, pains so damned persistent

Been so long since I tried

I no longer know my limits

Time is finite

Relativity can attest

It only slips away

Yes, time is only spent

Unlike the serpent, Money

You can earn that back

But it isn’t worth your time

Nothing is, at that

Perhaps I’m coming into focus?

I’ve never felt so clear, though lacking any purpose

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