Daunting the task
seems to be,
Chip away, can I? I try to see
Minutes then turn into hours,
While I begin to doubt my prowess.
Fastidiousness is
my nemesis,
Perfectionist, I am not, I insist.
My efforts though get intensified,
Near the end, I stand petrified.
Deadlines don’t faze me, I proclaim,
The challenges I face, keep me aflame,
Intimidating that once I had tagged,
That job is now done and bagged.
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