If you are working somewhere seriously
You tend to think life is only what happens
With reference to that work, and that only:
The fine, beautiful, sad, delicate or ordinary
Things that keep occurring on day-to-day basis
Between those two events tend to get excluded,
Get wiped out from observation clean
Leading to a desiccated life, now satisfying, but
Which you regret later when you are older, wiser.
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