In a month I will regret wasting even an hour
And the taste of today’s memory
Will be so sour
TGF beta. Cell proliferation. Ligands.
Damn. Forgot it again.
I’m failing substantially
Not that it matters how hard I fall.
A win is a win
A fail is a fail
The hare is getting away
And I’m as fast as a snail
Is that the turtle, he wins right?
Maybe I can ride along on his back
And hop off at the end
Of this tricky track
No! I can do this alone
I have no choice
Focus on the task, get into the zone
No more poetry for a day
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