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Again and again

where do I begin?

The marching steps of time

in a society

that doesn’t even have a rhyme


The mind unfocused

is filled with locusts

A world of unease

in which

we can only disagree


so then we walk

uncertain of fate

so anxious and angry

and wanting to escape


stuttering and stumbling

with our walls crumbling

we stay whole

and find our role


Time refracts

and time repeats

But time I will not

admit defeat
Watch me

I am strong

When I win

Maybe we can get along


But until that day

Just go away

let me grow

and go with the flow