Waking up in the morn
I think of you
Your grand design
Where I am just a
Flitting particle of dust
I think of you
For giving me another
Chance to survive
In this world of
Chasing and catching
I think of you
Why I matter so much
To this world
Why I have to wake up
In the mornings to
Choose my work and
Finish it anyhow
Does my life really matter
I think of you
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