The queue of future pleasures

The taste of such a long day
Stays in the tongue
And lingers drops of success and envy.
Time moves to slowly at times
And dreams fall asleep in the queue
To get picked and pursued.
The queue is longer each day
The days each day faster to vanish.
Desire and self-development
Hold hands and walk by.

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