Folks carry on
Like passing vessels
Loyal to their breeze
Their tried and true currents
A scene
I retain from afar
As I flood with reluctance
In the flourish of mundane melodies
Before
Each sorrowful endeavor
I recede fearfully
Before the silent
Inevitable sinking
I retreat
With the greatest haste
Letting horizons fade
And their joyless songs
Capsize forever more
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