No time to waste, my soul is in a haste,
to put my thoughts down, before they are gone.
Wish it spoke louder, clearer and bold,
So there was no loss, not need to hold.
Wish I could do this, despite the drifts,
That you are forced into - ‘apparent uplift’
I know I am cheating, even running away,
But the drive is killing, what more do I say?
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