you're here counting seconds
Look at the time, the future beckons
An hour in a minute; a minute in an hour
Feeling like a hostage stuck like a wallflower
Tick tock from the clock on the wall
Another opportunity, time for a curveball
you can dance with the occasion if you wish
Or Hold on to the past feeling selfish
and maybe nothing feels relevant
just tides drifting through your element
Ebb and flow the seasons of Life change
Washed away in an instant time to rearrange
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