Day Job

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Time slipping through my fingers
Being released and flying far away
Just as I would lift my eyes to
Watch as a balloon floats
Higher, smaller into the skies
Until it can be seen no more
So does my time fly further from me
Until there is no more left
To do the things I need to do
And all that remains
Are memories of a faded day

(I need to write a software system by Tuesday, and am not very far in progress. I may be offline on the weekend #becausefocus)

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