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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 22 January 2011

Some wake each morning,
With no sense of warning,
knowing the day will evolve
Just as yesterday,
No change in life's way
Scarcely  a problem to solve.
Yet they vibrate with potential
the driving force simple, mental
making each moment new,
Belying the stew
That is life's brew.
For others, this distillation is miasma
Painfully absent of drama.
We stare  at life without gain
baring silent pain.
Living without hope,
We, Sisyphus on the slope