Place fades, goodbye long winding roads, hello highway codes
Faces change, goodbye necessary pedestrians, hello luxurious persons
Water drowns – out the sound, in the distance
In the background, the setting lives in temporary patterns
Sphere costal corner will have a cone and a sign of ‘no order’
Laces fail to tie, no more ties around the neck
Strangle the formative, and informal tends to form,
And set, the sun a jelly to the legs as they don’t run no more, just walk
Look-out seed, there goes your stalk growing without you!
Who knows in time, the massitations of destinations,
We go, we see, we may come again,
We live, we die, we change; us women and men
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