the clock is ticking, and ticking fast
much more behind, i want to last
but none are given a ride that is free
we pay the price for enmity
we pay the price for solitude
we face the brunt of cruel and rude
we have but our integrity
to keep us real, as we should be.
and in this sense of what really matters
we move quickly forward, as
toxic scatters
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