Some days just crawl by
Waiting for a purpose
They stutter and stagger
And trip and stumble
Your thoughts seem
Almost a mumble.
Some days speed by
As if on steroids
Hustling and bustling about
They zig and zag
With thoughts so loud
They're almost just a blur
More times than not
They wriggle by
Without a thought
They startle you
With their mundaneness
The uneventful
Tick- tock
Waiting for a purpose
They stutter and stagger
And trip and stumble
Your thoughts seem
Almost a mumble.
Some days speed by
As if on steroids
Hustling and bustling about
They zig and zag
With thoughts so loud
They're almost just a blur
More times than not
They wriggle by
Without a thought
They startle you
With their mundaneness
The uneventful
Tick- tock
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