things drawn into connection
racing down your street knowing
you're only there for something
because you know who they are
following rules predetermined
living out wisely in circles
finding the pattern to match
whatever's done we'll find in the sun
and matters will leave us behind
to the degradation of time
and leaving it off, forever
to last in peace never
running again, you fall
while they tell you what they saw
and the chronicled rights
will live on in fights
and problems we just forgot
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