The Rhythm Of My Days

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It is a difficult thing to find a cycle of joy.

I run from one task to another,
a marionette with too many twisted jerking strings.

I could cut the lines
or add new ones,
but the whirling confusion
is such that I know not
which ones to tie or snip.

Am I destined to forever
dance and trip across this
disjointed stage?

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