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With each stroke of the hand across the clock face Bids a wave to time as it passes by fast That's why days run into nights But the darkness hasn't faded even a little I sat here waiting for it to strike five Till the clock struck six, And I'm yet to make up my mind to get up Cause I'm still in awe at how time past Just now it was morning And I was in my bed gazing at the ceiling Now it's already evening I'll be back home to stare at the same ceiling I'm sure if I pick up piece by piece Of the time I'll barely piece my day Cause I lost track of time after having tea For I stared too long at my reflection and it got me thinking For it's already two decades gone now It's just the other day I was rolling in mud While now I'm molding that future I was playing with I just hope that this time I'll have the time to do it all With each brush of the hand over the clock face I wipe my face off to look at how times passing Cause if I sleep in this next phase I'll blame time while all it did was to come and go as it should The PO£T