My Self-Inflicted Fate
Time,
Always
Moves ahead.
Who will be left?
Waiting now behind,
For a sign from above,
As if blind to the present.
Look no further than your own mind!
Do you not perceive your surroundings?
Mediocrity the doom of us all.
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