Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
I can
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