i face the mirror
stares back at me, my own fear
life has taken a verb - complicate
ah its unbearable, the wait.
pangs of anticipation
all i think on a stroll
only adds to the frustration
as things are beyond my control
the kink of the sand clock
has made it difficult for the tiny
the ever trusty gravitational pull
has also given up hope
one amongst the tired runners
a whirlwind of a journey
we look heavenward for almighty
ask for respite to thee
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