When you are sick, you stay inside
But
right beyond your door,
The
earth continues spinning
Like
it’s always done before.
The
world’s events don’t take a pause
Because
you’re not included
And
thinking that your absence matters
Means
you’re just deluded.
It’s
kind of preparation,
As
you hide away in bed,
For
the way that life will carry on
Someday
when you are dead.
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