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Driven

i hear the ticking of the clock
it's in my head and in my heart
the pulse of life doubtlessly finite
so many things i want to do

the tic toc getting louder
it echoes in my brain
rummaging through images and dreams
while time rings evermore elusive

i get up in the morning determined
with a yearning to break free
driven to spark the momentum
for the many things i want to do



AP: 3rd place 2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Etgen-Baker Avatar
June 19, 2025 at 2:42 PM
your words spoke to me! I seem to wake up with a sense of urgency every day. Time, as you say, is elusive; and I, like others, don't seem to have quite enough of it.
Gauthier Avatar
June 20, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Time is such a precious commodity ~ its mastery is a life mission
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