Some days
It feels like everyone wants a piece of me
Messages to reply, meetings to attend
Time for all except for moi
I wish I can clone myself
Some days
It feels like no one knows I exist
People passing by, going about their business
Happily chatting in their own groups
I wish they'd stop and say hi
On other days
It feels just right
Not too much, none too little
Some for others, some for me and plenty left for God
I wish there were more of these days
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