My fingers tap against the wooden board

Irritable, I know

But my frustrations

The world may never know

Waiting for the time to be right

How can that be so difficult,right?

Wrong.

The right time

Could have been yesterday,

Can be tomorrow

Or worse,could have been last year.

So what's the point?

The point of waiting?

Time waits for no one

The grim reaper waits for no one

Start today

Start now

Just start

Tomorrow isn't promised.

The past isn't changing.

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