Why can't I stay true to the form?
That is, to remain a Spartan?
Why can't I stay away from illusion?
And live life as a human?
Why must I sacrifice my sleep?
So that I can behave like Pygmalion?
Indeed it makes no sense at all
When life is just a strange illusion
Life can be a mystery,
Full of twists and turns, you see.
Sometimes we try to hold on tight,
To what we think is wrong or right.
But the truth is, life is complex,
And sometimes we must adapt to our context.
We may feel pulled in different directions,
And struggle with life's imperfections.
It's okay to not have all the answers,
Or to feel like you're taking chances.
But remember, in the end,
It's up to you to choose how to spend,
Your time, your energy, your heart,
And live your life with purpose and art.
So don't worry if you're not a Spartan,
Just be true to yourself, and keep marchin'.
This is the moral dilemma of having too much time on my hand
Still, with everything being laid out for me to command
All included sans the plants and critters
The whole creations agree death is the final arbiter.
Indeed, having too much time can be a double-edged sword,
As we ponder life's mysteries, and try to move forward.
We may have all we need, but still feel empty inside,
Longing for purpose, and a reason to thrive.
But amidst this existential struggle,
We must not forget that life is a bubble,
And though we may hold power and might,
Death is an inevitable and final flight.
So let us cherish the time we have,
Live life to the fullest, and avoid being sad.
Let us appreciate the beauty in every creature,
And work together to preserve our precious nature.
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