Time indeed flies leaving one dazzled n stupid.
Wavery mind over my inbecile will,
O, mind over matter ... easier said then done.
Is it me or the gene, which of these,
Is coz of my stuporous nature.
Blame not the mind for it forsee's greatness.
My will is what fails me ... coz it seeks sleaze.
Will permittin I write thee ... wish to be a Phoenix!
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