Minutes Ticking

Ten minutes is ticking.
Can't find the time losing such minutes.
Close to such hours I wait patiently, for my moment to shine.
I ask myself when will that be?

Maybe i'm over thinking a lot.
Maybe I shouldn't think so hard I
know it will be closer than I think, so why worry?
It will all soon make sense, to see my dream become reality

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