Endurance, low
My decisions, my pain
My clouds, my rain
I’ve placed myself in the outer space, too distant for a foot race, back
Cloud cover, insignificant muttering muttered
Dizzy, and I’m gasping for more than air
New programming, repair
Am I ever ready, one shoe on never a care
Can I get it together no sir no pair
Am I the wheat or the tare?
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