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‘Give me just a second, I’ll make my second try,’

I promise every time, and every time I lie.

I lie to my own self, full of regret, because

The soundtrack of Life cannot be put on ‘pause’.

I gaze into the flow of faces and events,

The flow of Life is fast, it’s me who stands and waits.

The vacuum I sow’s the nothingness I’ll reap,

The harvest of my promises I never meant to keep.

Behind me there are decades of walking through the sand

Of comfort in a sand-glass, my personal dreamland.

Career, obligations and comfort build a screen

To hide my true intentions that perish unfulfilled.

The rest of Life will flow on what I’ve built so far.

I could’ve done much more, I could’ve reached a star…

So many dreams have drowned in my procrastination,

Beneath my choice of comfort, beneath my sweet inaction.