The hours are my milestones.
With a flick, tap, and the occasional knock off a finger,
A flurry of confusion and clumsiness,
Through them I flow.
Unpreparedness is a term strange and foreign to me.
Planning and mastery of the human time is of utmost essentiality.
Unbeknownst to my iron mind is the fragility,
Of my twisted fate entwined with the consecutive hours to be.
Erratic Behaviour
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