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The clock is a-tick

I’m only forcing its hand

Forgotten plans and abandoned efforts

Sinking like sand

In the cosmic hourglass

Of tomorrow

As far as that goes

Tomorrow

Will host its own myriad of misfortune

Which makes mine seem so slight

Why did I lose the things I thought were secure

And hence hid?

But where can Tariq find food to feed his kids?

And why did I make the mistakes that I did?

Why am I

Wisely irresponsible enough

To say this stuff

Is the product of being a kid?

‘Cause it’s NOT!

Stupid does as stupid is

 

The sun is a-sink

I’m only chasing it

Racing daylights waning moments

Fading into a night

Of which I’m afraid

And so in spite

I’m not facing it

I’m not going to the party

I’m sorry

No I’m not

I’m tired of saying that

For the flaws of which I’m made

Or my propensity

To speak with candor when I’m speaking the facts

I briefly disobeyed

But my assertiveness came back

But don’t you go

And profess and proscribe

“No regrets”

Because I’ve

Had one or two

More than too few to mention

Whether born of deliberate intention
Missteps, side effects of other actions

Or mistakes we make but can’t forget them
Regrets teach us lessons

And how to harness our passion

 

Perhaps there is no right or wrong

Or any difference between being weak and strong

Maybe there’s no pain to be felt

But the words of the wielder

And no cards to be dealt

If there is in fact no Dealer

There are no inspirations

Just imitations of triumph as seen in nature

Maybe we move toward the light

‘Cause we can’t see in the dark, right?