Sitting, standing, pacing,
each second that passes,
is taunting me.
The clock hands seem,
to be moving slower.
I watch, I'm waiting.
Drowning in a sea of time,
trying to find that lost float.
1 hour, 4 minutes, 63 seconds,
each seems like a life time,
when I'm waiting,
but for what?
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