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Stuck
Some might say
That I am a nervous wreck
Come a long way
But it was a worthless trek
Because I’m right where I started
Back to square one
Like I never departed
Progress, I’ve made none
I have been running in place
While everyone is done with the race
Why is it so hard to make haste
Even though I’ve no time to waste?
I’m just here standing still
Wearing shoes that I can’t fill
I couldn’t scale an anthill
As if bearing the weight of an anvil
Ever gazing forward
Knowing days are numbered
My hours only grow shorter
Please wake me from my slumber
That I am a nervous wreck
Come a long way
But it was a worthless trek
Because I’m right where I started
Back to square one
Like I never departed
Progress, I’ve made none
I have been running in place
While everyone is done with the race
Why is it so hard to make haste
Even though I’ve no time to waste?
I’m just here standing still
Wearing shoes that I can’t fill
I couldn’t scale an anthill
As if bearing the weight of an anvil
Ever gazing forward
Knowing days are numbered
My hours only grow shorter
Please wake me from my slumber
Published 21st Dec 2019
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