In a dilapidated state of mind,
how easy it is to relax,
and watch the world go by,
in a dilapidated state of mind,
how the thoughts struggle to form themselves,
and how the brow,
it furrows at the passing of time,
yes, in a dilapidated state of mind,
how numb you are with the cares of the world,
and how unsettling is the state that you find yourself in,
and how bedraggled,
and frazzled you are by the daily grind,
because the daily grind,
it eats away at you,
and it erodes at your thoughts,
and with such viciousness,
you cannot relax,
because empty you are,
and in this numb state,
you sit vacantly,
and your thoughts are dispelled,
with the little energy that you have,
and you sit in a daze, trying to think of nothing,
nothing at all, for life has set you back,
and while you try to recover,
even if you have all the wealth in the world, or no money,
what good is a stressful life,
when it destroys your health?
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