The passage of time haunts me
Luring me from security
Drawing ever persistent
To a place unfamiliar

There is no release from the pull
Escape does not exist
Relenting is futile
Far too scary to comprehend

The chance to change has passed
Over and over again
Procrastination was key
Easy led me here

Time slips from my hands
Into the well of missed opportunity
A vast collection of things neglected
Where one can only wish for their return

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