And yet another boring Tuesday
Endless attempts to kill some time
You're wasting hours here in search
For that exact ideal rhyme
And line by line it grows constantly
Your greatest poem up to day
It has some sense, it has some feeling
Yet, you are lost in disarray
And what's the reason of your worries?
It might be ugly, might be mystic
You just can't stop building the lines
The end is near. It sounds so optimistic
And word by word you're getting closer
To what could be the perfect end.
Last step, last thought, last dot, last rhyme...
But you just cannot finish on demand.
Being optimistic
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