My eyes stop at the passage of time,
but all they perceive is a pushing, all around;
everyone is moving somewhere,
but nobody knows where, or why.
I try to deny the lie
that I am just another part of this life —
but the thoughts answer back again:
everyone is trying to deal with the same.
Holding a tail of fire,
they fail in their tries to cool the pain;
they try to live their way —
but this is not the far-off battle of life.
I glance at the sky,
and wonder what the driver of the sky wants;
dust in every eye, all around,
yet they shout out the lies of their rightness.
Everything passes by,
until only this hazy world remains;
I stop myself at that point,
and linger, wondering at this life.
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