Striving for mediocrity On a daily basis No time for the future No time for the past Hoping, praying to finish somewhere between first and last <br><br> Time steadily passing away With an ever increasing fury So much to do, fearful of what's undone Terrified of what will come Always changing yet always the same Searching for an answer yet only finding more of the same <br><br> The hour is drawing near It's almost time to close Yet still we have no answer All is left undone So faster we must travel Racing to our death We procrastinate with such speed Never knowing what we need And all the world is turning The confusion keeps on burning And our minds begin to melt It is our lives that we must smelt Or in our darkest hour We have no power To save what is lost We cannot afford the cost And in this time, this now We must decide our fates.
Reason for writing:
I submitted this because I'm hoping someone out there will see it and tell me what they think about it.
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