Two long spent
Procrastinating
Playing that sc - sck - skipping record
Paniking as the ticking clock
Breathes anxiously down your coller.
Two long spent
Repeating, replaying, and retyping.
Check, check, checking and "better check again"
It wasall ways abowt nwoung there wasomething woring but never quitw shure whot it wase.
[Scratch that]
It was always about knowing there was something wrong, but never quite sure what it was.
So I set out to prove myself rong
To denie all knowledge of who I am.
Race against time to quick fire excuses,
To why this poet/teacher/human, can't spell?
I guess this is how some people "take the escalator".
But your hart sinks like grades
Eyes well and mind rases
You concentrate on the wall
(Oh, the envy of its blank state)
For fear of tears, tell-tale
But the pitter-patter of faete
Splashes upon your cheeks,
Raining on your parade.
Horns of titans clash
Oppositions of olde:
Cause Vs Effect.
Coulde have been over,
Coulde have been through.
Its times like this you
Got to count your cards;
Hold your royalty close.
Discard all others.
Journey's only uphill from here,
So just keep climbing.
Times not over yet,
So just keep scribing.
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