You think this will end well.
But it just ends.
No reward or fulfillment.
A whimper or a sigh,
Then it is over again.
You weren’t promised a thing,
Yet your entitlement grows.
The only certainty is that
It all goes away. It’s happened so often,
You really should know.
I only speak from experience
And I think you should learn.
There’s no happiness here
In this skin and bone form.
Despite how much you feel you’ve earned.
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