Waiting to move forward, at times being hindered by others
or places like the library being closed on a Sunday when
people actually have time on their hands.
Not working, relaxing, enjoying time off, yet it's now being
wasted, because nothing can be done without a computer to
work on.
In these leisure hours, feeling saddened in this predicament,
yet nothing can be done about it right now, because it's late,
solutions lie ahead in tomorrow morning's future.
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