In time

Steppin on the streetsWhats mine is yoursWhats yours is chipped away from graniteWhats the status?The orderly seeksFameAnd no other spaceTraps,and netsProtesters learn toProtestSwarms of bees toThe leftTo the rightMajic dust andFour waysSitting sidewaysDropped when hitTell me what theMatter isSoaked right throughTo the coreWhispering to myselfJumping off the edgeOf the cliffFor a piece of pieAlways alwaysOne step behindIn my arms i holdYou tightTripping lights mowHere today goneIn the morningOnly to step ontoThe spotlightBe wise be wiseSlipping throughPast the rightsNo one left as wePush inside
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