Measure For Measure
I’ll hit the buzzer first,
swooping in with haste.
Grace is the byproduct
of wild as it comes undone.
Be like a butterfly,
beautiful yet strong.
Don’t try to check me,
my mind’s already in flight.
I’ll hit the buzzer first,
you simply can’t keep up.
Intoxicated by a start,
I’ve got to set it off.
Is it me or is it you
either way it’s too slow.
Measure for measure?
I abhor a snail’s pace.
Stop dragging your heels
this chance is fleeting.
When you are finally ready?
I’ll hit the buzzer first.
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