THE HASTE
I can hear tomorrow calling
Urging me to come out to fullness
Little fingers twitching my heart
Making me think older than usual
Far far away I hear the call
Distracted by teenage I hear no more
I feel the blossom of rush hour
Leaving behind the truth
Soon my lover starts to fail me
Suddenly I'm on the verge of loosing
Turning back to retrace
I find that I'm at the end of prime
Laugh not at me
Mock me not
Don't blame me for failing
You just weren't given a chance to fail
CATALEA BONEZ
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