Every hour that I spend
Here before my screen, I am
Wasting what I know will end
And seeming not to give a damn.
Hours are a resource we
Possess an unknown number of
And each I spend removes from me
Another hour I could love
An hour I could have embraced
The one with whom I am enamoured
Or bravely turned and boldly faced
My destiny, and never stammered.
All this I could, but I do not
I'm jammed into this little slot.
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