Against Time

You wish be fast
The pace of time
I gather a bunch of bast
While you collect a dime

To slow the tick and tock
I see no crime
But without a luck
I lost to time

You made your way up
As I struggle to make this rhyme
You finally reached the top
And I got myself a lime

 A rope I made from bast
Cling it to the top, I climb
I hope to get there fast
As I race against time.

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