The hand turns to the 12th hour, as a day comes to an end and a new one begins.
A new day to sit around all day with no misson.
A new day of wondering when will I heed my higher self warning of wasting the day away.
Yet I keep telling my self I'll do it tomorrow, and everything will turn out fine.
In the end, I'm always stuck on repeat each and everyday.
When will my mind seek change as I waste the days away.
I want to feel alive, and not just a player always waiting on the side lines.
I don't want to let another day go by that I sit and say why, and look at my to-do list of reasons why I should be moving.
Tik-tok goes the clock of my life, as it withers away at each passing strike.
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