A time,
when he won't let go of those hands
even in his slumbers.
A time,
his incurring wrath implored
him to run away.
A time,
he departed in pursuit of happiness,
forlorn he got,
for a tar baby is what life had become.
As disenchanting as it might be,
lockdown got him square to
what he had been in pursuit of,
all this time.
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