What do you do I
chide in diatribes;
when I search my
distraught mind.
Freely move stay
it does all of pride
makes me see not
what days provide.
A clock does tick
time it but prison
forward it leaves
our last decisions.
Remain despite it,
I try justify a past;
but those wise say
nothing ever lasts.
Refuse to move see
I staunch industry
of a conviction my
love I must set free.
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