Unproductive
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I thought he was intangible
He's fragile
He is frozen in time
He's scared
He is now going slow motion in reverse
His words are misguided
They tear everything apart
He battles his secrets
We're just watching time pass
Sitting around
Being clowns
Playing with the rules
When we're all bound
To do great
So why wait?
Why sit around & contemplate
on our already planned-out fate?
