The tracks of my tears are slowing time down,
The days roll on at half the pace.
Holding it together as my thoughts go 'round,
I have to remember, this is a race.
Time is fooling me - there's not much left,
It's running out; so much to be done.
Depression bangs on my heart till I'm deaf,
This new perspective weighs a ton.
I will stand up and seek out the best choice-
Above time's pace, life moves on.
I will speak with feigned strength in my voice,
And see this through until it's done.
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