Sluggish as molasses
Always it seems,
To remind you of
Your progress, non progress
Whether the air be crisp with cold
Or heavy with heat
It seems a constant reminder.
Of
What you want but haven't achieved
Of prospects so distant in the future
As to seem almost invisible
You see life in the cold,
Stifling pressure in the heat
Your mind struggles to find
Balance
Whence at last you grow weary
And throw yourself into that
Light or heavy wind
Where you land, you have no care
At least it's done
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