the day has flown
and dragged me behind
i count the hours, the minutes
the seconds if i could
release is so near
I can taste it
and still, i fear
it’ll never arrive
funny thing I found
a little while back
wringing my hands
doesn’t change anything
and makes my finger twinge
and chewing my lip
doesn’t do much
but bruise
twirling my pen
doesn’t calm my mind
and on the day drags…
with my mind flying behind
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