A shout,
A shy,
A dish,
A die,
The hours pass by
But I pay them no heed.
The time does not return to me,
Though sometimes we return to time
A mark,
A spark,
A time,
A bind,
The chances slip by
Though I have much need.
The cushion of routine sets in,
This light is slowly growing dim
I must survive
Sink
or
Swim.
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