Sitting in the office,With nothing left to do.
You’re looking at me,And I’m looking at you.
I’m made of flesh, andYou’re formed from steel.
But the magic we makeis so very real.
Flights of fancy in my mind,Dreams of crisper air.
Oh the plans we have, To travel here and there.
If only I seized the moment, And went out on a ride.
I’d now be cold and tired,But feeling much more pride.
Instead, I played a gameAnd wasted my precious time.
No more excuses; this failure was all mine.
Standing up, I acknowledgemy mistake.
But have I learned my lesson,About what’s at stake?
Next time I have the urge to roll,I’ll learn just where I stand.
For now, I’ll do more work,The cold steel in my hand.
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