No permission

There is no respite,
   in any journey or destination anymore.
Just the feeling of loss,
  of being in denial of my soul's implore.
There is no permission, 
  in the face of numerous chores.
They are just a decoy,
  yes, they are all just a decoy.
I live in the constant knock and my denial of it,
  my penance is being an observer and a participant in it all...

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