The night is still young
And there's still much to do
Body is tired, soul weary
Yet, I slog on like a fool.
5 more days to Christmas
Yet, no holiday is in sight,
Neverending work
Seems to be my plight.
Looking for a turnaround
In the misfortune of life,
Seems like a long walk
Soles of feet cut by knife.
This treacherous road
By myself alone I travel
Without any happiness
Mystery I've yet to unravel.
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