Sometimes the wait seems interminable How the days add up into 365 moments of empty The way you feel when you don't know what'll happen next But you know you want something, anything to happen Just so you can feel like you belong Like there's some kind of master plan to it all The way a clock works And clocks are made by man So it's only fitting that a woman should tear them apart Making that end moment unknown And though every dragging second is worth the wait in gold The goal hasn't been seen that whole year And you miss so much And are missed so much And the mission seems fission instead of fusion

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