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Thoughts tend to ebb and flow
as fleeting as
a springtime snow.
To catch one flake
may take a year
and make some fear
to ever think to grasp again.
So,
Here I'll tell a secret task
Call lights shining,
alarms ringing,
people racing,
I'm in over my head.
Long lectures,
rushed notes,
early mornings,
I'm in over my head.
Blood pressure rising,