Kind of Preparation
When you are sick, you stay inside
But right beyond your door,
The earth continues spinning
Like it’s always done before.
The world’s events don’t take a pause
Because you’re not included
And thinking that your absence matters
Means you’re just deluded.
It’s kind of preparation,
As you hide away in bed,
For the way that life will carry on
Someday when you are dead.
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