Stealing away time from life, but, you will, eventually, pay it all back, you just, hadn't, realized it yet…translated…
I Knew that We Don't Deserve Anything
So We Steal, We Can Only, Steal——————
Like a Colony of Ants, Running for Their Lives
Underneath the Eyes of, Destiny
Secretly, Moving Those Crumbs of Happiness
Imagined that the World is, a Huge Piece of, Bread of, Bliss
People Dipped in the Butter of, Death;
But the Wheat Tasted Bitter, the Flour Bitter, the Yeast Too
The Fire in the Oven, is Bitter
The Act of Baking, is Arduous in Essence—and so
We Have, No Expectancies
Of Baking Out the Bliss—and So We
what we think we can, do...illustration from online
Steal the Time, Stolen to Keep Our Breaths, and the Sexual Pleasures Too
And, Attributing All We're Able to Steal to Bliss————
But the World's Pain Doesn't Get Reduced
As It Kept, Grinding Down the Breads of, Bliss & Joy
Making More Crumbs of Bliss & Joy, Not Realizing
That We'd been, Stealing————Little by Little
While This World is, Unaware that We'd
Managed to Steal Away an, Entire, Lifetime
Of Our, Own
So, this is, trying to, steal the moments of leisure, something that makes you happy, in your, busy daily schedules, because you needed that breather, because the grind's grounded you completely down, and you're, suffocated, and you separately needed to, get, away…
without realizing that this would be, the outcomes...photo from online
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