You are running out of time!, She said,
And I laughed because She was right
And I was going to be late, but to what?
I was hardly able to tell in the haze
And I had always supposed since then
That She was a dream I had waken up from
Without ever being late or discouraged
But I know the truth and the consequences
Associated with denial. I was late to Her
And will never be able to forget that.
Oh! To have it an incomplete dream!
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