Standing here again
The world rushes past
A whole world to see
Yet they all just stand here again
Work for my pleasure
To allow me to dream
To save me from myself
So life isn’t what it seems
Life will end me
A fear to stagnate
The gift of ignorance
I wish was my fate
Just to be, for me, I wish
Can’t follow the rules.
A drone to walk up the coil
To fall off. Seems to me, a spoil
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