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I’ve lingered in dark alleys, loud sirens

Whizzing by, leaves carried in the night air,

Never deterred by gritty environs,

Not once afraid of any danger there.

There I’ve been, waiting for life to take me,

Seize me in its talons, whisk me away,

But on and on it flies, it cannot see,

And once again the night turns into day.

On the surface there’s some consolation,

A sense of time enough for everything,

Yet I see right past my own placation

As I once more watch that pendulum swing.

Prospects which yesterday proved intriguing

After countless tries are now fatiguing.