Long Days, Short Life.

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As much as I hate to admit it,
I’m imprisoned.
Shackled and tied,
To the habits I once pursued,
The days I once conquered.
My freedom, yet, confined,
Spreads through my words.
Thrives in my utterance.
For the days are too long,
To be held in bounds,
But, life is too short,
To forfeit the limit.