The louder the clock begins to tick,
with each passing of the second.
Getting noisy like a vessel,
as it gets more emptied.
If we reap what we sow,
i wish it applies the same
for joy much less sorrow,
as i look to the harvest of tomorrow.
Lost for thoughts.
When i get to realized,
i have just forgot
what i intend to jot.
Why again does it happen?
To bear witness
to a team to be broken.
Indeed i am sadden.
Dilemma the word to describe
as i feel torn between choices
that makes me feel divide.
Through a maze it feels alike.
As i comment on the cake
to either keep or eat
i see myself facing the same fate
of wanting both of it.
Running back to comfort
staying away from the unknown.
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