Time

seeping into a pondering mind
indecisive unravel unruly
broken beat down of let downs
dead dreams
we filter the drive the passion the need
little of light needless to say
thou simple words get us through that paves
each minute more excruciating than the next
tick tock stop waiting is too much
slow this with a second spare a moment to see
its not there

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