Procrastination on the empty vessel Roll over and over to take a breather Is this dereliction of duty To no throw a giant stick in the works? To labour so rigidly, Fleeing safe havens of natural beauty Procrastination on the empty vessel Toil to the bone so the machines roll on Is this vague assumption That a call to a halt will signal our untimely end? To labour so rigidly, all the safe havens of natural Beauty just merge into form Not to be seen, tasted, touched or felt We don't believe that we have the nerve We can believe that refusal won't hurt We don't believe much in... ourselves Nil retribution on the empty vessel Bracing ourselves as we smashed our routine This feels like liberation Or a call to a halt that signalled Our untimely end To have laboured so rigidly, Barred frin safe havens of natural beauty. We don't believe that we have the nerve We can believe that refusal won't hurt We don't believe much in... ourselves
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