THE STOPWATCH

If you had a dollar for every time you stayed overtime & almost gave up on your dreams, you d be wealthier than the men who designed the label on your jeans

So why you be so quick to tap out?

Did you think you’d made it by tap dancing with your hands out?

Success via standing out ain’t for the faint of heart & still you parallel park beside the shortcuts in hopes getting there quicker

& you point your finger so often I can feel the sprinters on your skin whenever you pinky promise

You’re the little engine that could

You just have trained enough Thomas

& the phrase patience is a virtue hurts you every time you hear it

In fact, you fear it & place your journey on a STOPWATCH

You keep pacing that quickly your next alarm clock will be when your heart stops, but you can’t think that far ahead,

So instead you occupy your days sparring with unhealed scars in bed

Who said this would be child’s play?

Is that what your inner child say?

Cause you got plenty vs for vendettas a victim vanishing into pure vanity so you vow verbalize the vile way

No wonder you feel under accomplished, with your mind in the gutter that clutter is an accomplished to an impoverished state of mind and you two press to stay on the grind

You forgot to say:

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