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Time is a luxury we no longer possess

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Space Tourism Chronicles The Slingshot Saga Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic in the night Flickering erratic, its core a dying light On Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, a river of light so grand But cycles bled away, draining across the land BK slumped, pale and strained, JB with eyes closed in despair Time a luxury we no longer possessed, consumed by cosmic air. Transcript from the Slingshot Saga - Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our goddamn battered Subi spacecraft, a damn relic lost in the endless black void! Flickering like a dying firefly on the edge of extinction, its core barely clinging to life like some stubborn, flickering candle about to blow out. We’re stuck on Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, that blazing river of cosmic light stretching for eons, yet every damn cycle just bleeds away, sucking the lifeblood right out of this forsaken stretch of space. BK is slumped over, looking paler than a ghost at a midnight séance, and J...

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I placed all of my meanings into the departure
But I realised that a dinghy was not sufficient
So I place all effort into wealth creation
Which soon turned into job satisfaction
Which became and is now a work-life in-balance
And that in there is the simplicity of my dilemma

Will I regret not taking the next step forward
A step forward where my dedication is in making a difference
Where I can say I made a decision to make things better
Or a step forward where my dedication is in making self-sense
Where I can lose myself within meaning

I tow my dinghy for this reason
For I may have a change of heart
Else, should a tragedy force a course of action
Gasping, trying, enduring
In the hope that it is the essential me which cannot be reconciled
In self
or
In service



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