When business becomes all things
center of the life becomes a task

duty holds the void back
from consuming the drowning man
a fetal curl through spreadsheets
comfort found in numerical bliss

equations stated that have worth
beyond the wreck of the real life
numbers hiding the surrender's prompt
nothing more will be joy’s source

when the heart has lost all hope
the last resort is the job
accepting that only work
will bring the balm to retire

when this fails the end will come
termination from the toil's resolve.

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