So many ideas. So little time. Could I please wind the clock back even a couple of minutes? I ask as I sit here pondering, the second hand never slowing in its mocking, perpetual beat. Good old time: best enemy, worst friend. I have too much energy but no way to rein it in. Running wild, I am a waste when left to my own devices yet I preach accountability? Some say it's never too late, I guess I should get cracking. If only I could make up my mind for long enough to actually follow through with something. Anything.
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