The Indecision

Yesterday is overstaying and tomorrow isn’t over yet

Now that is the odd predicament this present moment is in

Yes, laughable that it remains creased always

One who desires to iron out this can only hope so

Not only this world but this microcosm is also compromised

A pattern only scooped out of a defiant pattern

Of being worried and fretting over the unfulfilled expectations

If not those one can let go, let’s play with them and manipulate

Extract the remaining ounce of patience from the world

Only to be thought of as an elixir

Those who never had faith will distort the narrative

Let’s play a game of twisting time into a worthless definition

Only to unleash the rage such complexities will yield


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