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Tick-Tock


I look up to the clock

only to see my life ticking away.

I'm confused as to what path to take 

and which steps to make.

I'm afraid of what the future hold for me,

it's so close yet so far away.

Time keeps ticking away.

Each move made impacts what will happen,

every decision I chose is critical for tomorrow and every day after that.

Maybe that is why I'm horrible at decision making. 

Reality is setting in and more headaches begin to appear.

Time keeps ticking away.

Testa are taken. scores are recieved.

Days go by quicker than ever.

Stress becomes more prevalent as the year comes to a close.

The clock on the wall continues to spin

no matter how much you need a time-out.

Time keeps ticking away.

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