The Process
It’s ink in a chapter
Just a piece of our tale
An inch of our timeline
It’s foolish to dwell
We’ll know when it’s over
We’ll see when it ends
We’ll find the conclusion
But when, just depends
It all, will play out
Just as it will
No second, too soon
So why can’t we chill
Why must we fret
Why can’t we smile
It will come, when it comes
It will all be worth while
Feening for answers
Predicting the worst
The need for control
Is why we feel cursed
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