The body is tired,
My mind will not stop,
Pushing me along
An unwilling spectator
As my attention is drawn
To each bauble
Presenting itself,
Minutes turn into hours
As i totter along
To my inevitable collapse
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The body is tired,
My mind will not stop,
Pushing me along
An unwilling spectator
As my attention is drawn
To each bauble
Presenting itself,
Minutes turn into hours
As i totter along
To my inevitable collapse
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