awaken to your life in medias res
you must stop relying upon that crutch
the gravy train halts at the edge of tomorrow
it cares little that you’ve wasted your previous days
when all was wrought to gold from the slightest touch
& your fortunes weren't clouded by shadow

madame consequence knocks upon everyone’s door
responsibility’s due echoes through the house
stopper up your ears as you might wish to her shouts
mercy unforthcoming even if you beg no more
reckoning's pyre has been set ablaze
don't die having but scratched the surface

of life's potential before being beset by malaise
unearthing your purpose will assure pure catharsis

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