Into a town of ever bliss,
People still shuffled back home.
In a very familiar haste, familiar pace,
With as if in an escape.
Into the town foreign to me,
I watch them scurry through the sidewalks,
A little wonder, much curiosity,
As I watch them fade away.
Into a town with a thousand clocks,
Each on each' head.
With a time that races to a zero, to some zero,
A zero no one knew what was.
And they still ran.
Always faster than they ever could,
To live three days into one.
