My mind's as focused as bees.
I do not wish to please.
Who do I wish to find?
What do I wish to guide?
Answers that are forever known.
Blueprints, that need clones.
Clipped to perfection.
There's always corrections.
Frustrated to the angry sigh.
Time goes on and by.
Clueless, to the tenth rate.
Since when was it too late?
Solid as liquid & as quick as snow.
Tear my heart out, blow by blow.
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