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Passing, Strange.

And so the days just keep on passing,
whether I do something with them or not!

Days. Pass.

Weeks and months turn into years.
and here I sit.

Looking back, I wonder -
Did I move?
Maybe make the World move?

Or was my sad intention,
too fraught with indecision?

Too -
Watered down.

Stuck in the shallow end of the talent pool
with no ability to swim deeper.

Did the Days Pass?

Weeks and months, and even years...

I’d like to think I made some moves.

Even if it was something smaller than I’d hoped for -
Something less than I had planned?

Too weak to make the Earth move,
but just maybe -

Enough to send some strange.