It’s the engine,
And I one of its four wheels,
As it moves on,
I will be dragged.
It moves on and on,
And pushes me along.
And I’m tired and numb,
Of this mundane dance,
Of this half-hearted trance,
And I swear I’ll succumb.
So just cut me some slack,
Hold time back,
Stop it from moving so fast,
And let me live in the past.
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