The sound of fleeting foot fall echoes around me,
Everyones racing from point "A" to point "B".
Hundreds of busy-brained strangers.
None of them know the others destinations,
Yet they assume,
Without explanations,
Their purpose more important,
Than all other inclinations.
Battlefield minds,
Break broken bodied boys.
His tears stain the sidewalk,
As his strength crumbles like gym chalk.
Sorrow steeped girl wading through the crowd,
The screams in her head are ever so loud,
She reaches for the stars on great metal wings,
But the clouds won't allow it,
Such terribly stubborn things.
Dark rubber shoes run along the tar sea,
Spitting smoke in ribbons as they finish their race,
Then once the racers reach their finish line,
Like fish in the sea,
They merge once again.
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~'Honey-Sweet'~
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