Try again if you think you stand a chance
If you think I'll give you a chance
Impossibly impersonal as though days don't count
The time is always now for some of them
Who can never stand to wait
Anxiously anticipate
the circles of circumstance
The slowest dance
Light shining off the metal frame
Impetuous impatience
Never wait for any reason
A quarter past the seventh season
Twisted trickery and treason
Monolithic marquis
Pointing to pathological positions
Indicated in ink
Bailed out in a blink
Across oceans divided
As near as never ever was
As far as freedom feels
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