You've Got Time

Fair?
What's fair?
Without us here
To smirk and glare.

I see you here.
I see you there.
Contended worlds
Of savoir faire.

We plod and trudge,
Nod and judge
Why you're not us.
Our live's a fuss

Of busy nothings
In folded order.
Time's getting shorter
With meanings shallow.

Our hearts are hollow.
They'll blow away.
But yours would stay
Content and self reliant.

Because loneliness
Is a giant,
Free of tangles
And nagging strangles.

Just when we've found
Your inner peace,
You reel the catch,
Unhook and release.

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