You sit in your complacency playing a game of wait and see; wait for me, pray and plea, angrily, sanity.
You wonder why your time, won't come as easy as this rhyme; in your prime, grow a spine, cats lives no longer nine.
You expect life to just occur, but when has that happened ever; enjoy this precursor, passion does thirst for, solicit this paramour.
You see the colors begin to blend and question if this is the end; yet to mend, descend, ascend, change with the wind.
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