Fruitless Dithering

Posted on January 7, 2013

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Standing around
Not doing much
Stuck in a hole
No real rush
But you think
As time passes by
Much to do
Lots to see
Tomorrow though
But it never comes
Does tomorrow
Nor the day after
Just now
That’s always here
And fruitless dithering
That keeps you there

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