Wishing for the break in day
when time is called my own
Where thoughts of
desired choices calm my inner world...
Where worries
are but a thing of past
and no more control my path
Not living for those distant days
speeding up against my back
faster than I have
slept in tack...
I can sit idle or fill my everyday
and still the stress remain
For it not be my own time
free to be inside my mind
As well as when I was a child
my desires went astray...
Still moving towards the day
As much to my dismay.
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