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I am tired

Right to my soul

But I know,

That there is more to do

I know my goal,

And though it won’t be achieved

I’ll hand the baton on

To those who succeed me,

And as much sleep as I get

My soul just refuses rest,

And something keeps on pushing me on

To speak out about all life’s wrongs,

And it will never stop

Until the put me in a box,

And bid me farewell.