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Feb 2020
Rushing ever forward,
Running out of time,
Moving ever faster as the stress and panic climb.

Never far from chaos,
Nothing safe from change,
Making rash decisions as the goals all rearrange.

Always overthinking,
All for something more,
Missing out on moments just to even out the score.

Hopelessly unsettled,
Heartlessly unchaste,
Marking every happiness as steps to be retraced.

So much left unspoken,
Still more to be done,
Mourning what could not be in the web this life has spun.

Time to make a difference,
This must find an end,
Meaning cannot be found til the past is left to mend.
Arik Fletcher
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Arik Fletcher
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