On the lookout for sensation
I am stopping
To rest just here.
I will sit and observe,
Will see people chase their dreams
That they will never reach.
Up to our necks in false expectations
Haunted by fear and shame
Are we all living behind transparent walls
Never actually touching what’s real.
Can I follow you?
Will you follow me?
I get up,
And I move on
Hiding behind the invisible.
And the clock keeps ticking.

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