youth rushes into life, minutes like hours drag.
heedlessly wasting golden grains, future so far away
life beckons seductively,
yesterday stale cold, today impatiently tedious
tick-tock, tick-tock...
grasp grains trickling by
so much ahead, so much behind
too soon, too soon,balance lost,
tick-tock, tick-tock...
someday here...somewhen gone,
too much to do, so much to learn,
time presses relentlessly, none unscathed,
so little ahead, so much behind,
tick-tock, tick-tock...
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