Here’s an invitation to envision-
Clearly nothing imagined so unclearly
When time is endlessly in revision
And unendingly dissolving eerily
Tick-tock, where is the sense of time?
Elusive intrusion of what was perfectly fine
The watch is fast, but still running late
The calendar is correct, but still out of date
Sleepless nights and low-lit lights
The sleepwalker’s sense of unclear sights
Clocks on overdrive, schedules on overtime
A two-way street and they’ve crossed the fine line
Tick-tock, will we make it out in time?
Sleep-tossing and turning when nothing is fine
Roll back the pages and grab a new slate
Destiny called but I don’t believe in fate
Tomorrow is hypothetical when we only have today
Waiting is nonsensical, to prolong and procrastinate
Analysis is detrimental when it is your freedom at stake
Movement is crucial when you need a path to take
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