Tick Tock
I constantly look at the time so facetious,
Mocking my trepidation by easing its cycle,
Alas i await the appointed hour,
Yet all i endure is the neverending wait,
Shame on you you procrastinating hour,
Forever entwined in a momentous circle,
I pity your lifeline so inextricably wound,
I forgive your mock but plead a hand,
Do hurry for me to meet my destiny,
Why do you persist in taking infinity,
Woe to your maker for abadoning you reasonless,
But pity this soul who passionately awaits your genious
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