Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The seconds progress,
The minutes drag on,
The hours stand still.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The mouse glides effortlessly,
The keys type away rapidly,
The files load like a snail.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You have plans,
The world keeps spinning,
But nothing is getting done.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Why can you feel so ready,
Why can you feel so prepared,
And everything else is not?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You want to move forward,
You want to make progress,
But the constraints of time prohibit it.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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