The Critic

Made it through the deadlines, test after test,
Survived the journey, the sleepless ride home,
And now I'm free to nap, to take walks, and get rest
But inside, a voice rises, a new timer’s set
All those darn dreams got your bright mind racing
A new year’s here, you ain’t getting any younger,
You used to be on it, now where’s that hunger?
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