kalon 

it rushes by us, we have no retreat, even your corner, doesn’t fall short of greed, and so we play in our minds, of what could be, even though, all is not what you see, our paths are wanderlust, our hearts are heavy, our eyes are seeing, our minds unsteady, you know not our strides, nor our fears, you know not our pride, nor our dears, but we see it all, your pits and joys, hold back your wrath, hold back your ploys 

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