Do more of what you love

You said
'Do more of what you love'
But I looked at my life
In despair
As there were no more 
Minutes to be found
And I know you're not sadistic
(Honestly)
So this must mean
Something more profound 
I looked again at the strictures
And the activity
I could not have arranged it better
If I was deliberately 
Seeking misery
There was nowhere to go
Nothing to do
You told me 'Do more of what you love'
So I went back to you and said:
There is nothing left 
There is no other way 
You need to show me
How to make love to my life
Teach me how to make love
To my day

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