A tyrant is my schedule; it doesn't let me sleep.
I follow it most slavishly like any mindless sheep.
It sends me off to work and dictates when I eat my meals;
it disallows daydreaming and keeps turning little wheels.
But finally I break the chains, and for a little while
I visit with my neighbor and pause just to give a smile.
God knows I'm not a hero who can move a mountain peak;
I must return to bondage that I label my 'workweek'.
But I'll escape again real soon to wander carefully,
looking for the good that I can do for you and me.
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