These sounds march on undisturbed while the coffee drips.
My mind races and plots, though its only morning.
Why must I resist this present moment?
My coffee is cold and I hear sounds of children playing outside;
In reality, the day is still open and wide.
But, my lists are made and my thoughts continue;
Where does time go, I wonder... And the clock ticks on undisturbed.
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