a child rises up
for his first walk
his first walk
rushes him for
his first run
his first run
is fast and speed
takes him anywhere
away from family
where he begins
another family of his own
children rush to become
fathers and mothers
to beget children again
another family line
another roots for the
family line another tree
another name another
family name
what are we doing?
we are rushing chasing time
as though we can do it
no, time is like a truck
it over runs everyone
squashed and mashed
like things like creatures
everyone perishes at last.
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