The sun's glare is more poignant now,
and we stare about us, dreading
each moment lost.
Regret's lash licks us in our sleep.
No time for reflection, wasted hours
that mock with coldest breath.
Fill our eyes with errands ambitious;
heed the horizon and speed time's thrift.
Let us not begrudge our freedom flown, and
remind us that each weary gasp and sigh
testifies to our agency and ambition.
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