Comes from waiting
Too long
It's social
Or am I wrong
Emotions swell and agitate
Spill over and surfiet
The balm of calm
Excite hormones
Not to wait
The nerves reverberate
Tense psyche cries out
Reason says, 'Hold your horses,
Haste makes waste'
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