Living by the Ocean
The fog has descended, a covering thick
Days like this pass slowly, anything but quick
I hear the fog horn, oh the blaring noise
I can’t escape the future, left without poise
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The clock slows down, yet I’m still stuck
I’m biding my time, pressing my luck
The slower I move, I’m procrastinating
The less time I have, agonized palpitating
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I haven’t got any words, with empty lips
There’s nothing more to say, I’m all out of quips
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