years, months, weeks, days
days to hours to minutes to seconds
and every second my mind wanders
never far, and never close by either
i wait for the future,
wait for my present,
and i've waited in the past
and every second starts and ends the same
1 to 60, minute past, seconds start over
fingers tap against the table,
or they brush through my hair
every second counts, but maybe i'll just
stay put for a little longer
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