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On the Hamster Wheel

Always chasing the money, Seldom tasting the honey. Worshipping the drone of work, Makes me feel like a jerk. Having no time to think. How low can I sink? Everyone else on the same wheel, No longer know what I feel. Is my life mostly undone? Will I ever have any fun? Cards stacked against me for real, Let's reshuffle, start a new deal.

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Sam Kauffman

Date: 6/3/2020 10:42:00 PM

We are truly blessed to be able to reboot our lives. It sounds like you came to a Frost crossroads - two roads in a wood. I very much like your conclusion - "let's reshuffle." Important message. Congratulations on your winning placement.

Greg Gaul
Date: 6/4/2020 6:07:00 AM

For those who have the privelege to reshuffle, it's an option. For others, it's dark territory ahead. Anywho, thanks for the visit and comment. Your thoughts and writing are very much appreciated.