Why do we labor and work so hard?
Is it for riches that leave us scared?
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What makes us rise and begin each day?
When for courage and strength is what we pray.
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We do things we hate so deep.
Murmur and complain until we are asleep.
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What makes us choose the things that we hate?
Almost like sorrow has become our fate.
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Why cant we choose the things that we love?
Things that bring joy and come from above.
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Why do we labor for all that is vain?
Somebody tell me. This is insane.
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Written 01-17-04
