worth =/= work

Gathering useless dream ingredients

The need for productivity infects my sleeping hours

I collect them, I stack up time I’ve spent fretting

Endless lists of shit no one needs brings no dignity

It just wastes lives so that at the end we can say we were worth something

when we were worth something all along, already.

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