In MORATORIUM stuck for years here,

A kaleidoscope, changes frequently,

The mind, transforming made resolves in rear,

How could I ever feel hope decently?

Or will I stagnate in crude leniency,

Of procrastination, indecision,

And in treachery, most importantly.

Should I discover novel precision,

In making just one more bad omission?

 

 

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