Life isn’t a draft

Drafts waiting to be published
Like trains waiting to leave a station
Only the trains have no drivers
They have no destination

Drafts waiting to be published
Like runners in the blocks
Only the runners have no spikes
They don’t know what distance or direction to run

Drafts waiting to be published
They’ll wait
And wait
And wait

They stay there
Until we realise
Publishing is life
Drafts are just the rehearsal

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