no paradox

there's time to pause and take a little stock
the body's faced the strain but may be worse
life comes to us with all the weight of curse
it can face hell but cannot withstand shock
we spend our days it seems right in the dock
with so much guilt and suffering to nurse
there's no real rest until we reach the hearse
and the penalty's contained within the clock
week after week of working and being wired
by tea and coffee till the blood's on fire
and now the pause that has been truly earned
we have to run the race till we're retired
and even then we'll pay for each desire
we enter water and we leave it burned