Haphazardly the individual walks between the lines
And oncoming traffic speeds by at 70 times
In his panic he charges left then right,
Trying so hard just so that he might,
Be struck by a speeding truck,
But with his awfully good luck,
He should not have even tried it,
Maybe if one more piece could fit,
But too many times the traffic as whirled by,
And too many times did he believe his lie,
Trying as he could to find the way out,
Instead of just speaking to what it was all about,
In the seasons to come,
When all the parts were at their sum,
He just sat down in the road,
Unable to be burdened by his load,
And there was no one who would destroy him,
He was going to be stuck looking grim.
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