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It’s easy.
Just stop working,
And notice how the seas continue.
You will not be missed.

Lament if you are so inclined,
But don’t fool yourself.
It does not stand as a tribute or justification.
You have merely left the train.

The inexorable pull, easily accommodated,
Offers no dramatic pronouncement
As you continue to ignore diminishing challenges,
Passively waiting for divine intervention.

Joyce at 15 seemed unformed,
Not the best student
But bright enough to find challenges
That might fire her imagination.

She did, and slid down to meet them.
Now 30 with no job, no prospects,
And no remaining truth
To light her way.