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Rushing through life
 


Morning is in the hurry, to get to the noon
The sun goes up in a jiffy, and goes down soon
And the world reels fast, in this cycle of strife
Rejoicing, taking pride, in this ordinary life
Oh, What powerful narcotic is this mindless persuit
Of leaving a legacy of material and soot
What alchemy is this that makes us feel good
Despite the doubt and certainty being in feud
Filling all the space as emptiness grows inside
Never stopping to look in, what a deplorable ride
Something is very broken, there is a disconnection
Speed... you see, is an enemy of reflection.








By Fleur

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