One wakes in the midst of many,
as the morning breaks.
One moves and the rest follow,
the day has begun.
One looks up into a sky of green,
but still marches on.
One thought shared by all others,
must follow and work.
One sense of pride in one’s land,
obedience to the queen.
One life of one endless day,
no changing allowed.
One day of living alone,
in a world of many.
One life that’s not mine to have,
should I envy?
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