Don't worry about it.
Forget it.
By the time you awaken,
With a dawning that gets it...
Few will care to be sharing in,
Your wide eyed enthusiasm.
Or...
The Sunrising on your insignificance.
You allowed with such dedicated procrastination.
Don't worry about it.
Forget it.
You'll have more time than you need,
To discuss your findings with the others....
Who have also slept through the dispensing of clues.
Now that you have experience in remorse and regret,
You might give a helping hand to the others...
In need of your services.
Given with a typical familiarity.
Don't worry about it.
Forget it.
You've got lots of company.
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