Hands Tied Up

Hands tied up behind your back
You’ll have the guts to do it
When you know what it is
That you’ve got to do.

But no sparkling idea
Has yet crossed your mind
Not a clue
Not a single whoosh.

You look everywhere
And get mad at yourself
Because you know there’s one,
Only one place
You haven’t given the attention
You should.

Where? Not there, not here…
Nope, not there either
Think, tick, think, tock
Time won’t stop.

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