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The tick tick ticking of time passing by
The climbing numbers of a clock while,
My mother tells me to stop, the minute hand
Whispers to the hairs stretching up
I plant seeds that I never see
I will change how you perceive me
The world is waiting
Clouds clearing
Our eyes finally esteemed to what really may be
I believe the allusion has sewn our seam
The allusion of difficulty
