The flow of existence tightens.
Growing older is common fact.
Life in any way fattens.

Meeting eyes keeping up the act.
Thinking is shared with everyone.
Working on your role is part of the pact.

Belief is still lying in the one.
Control is getting controlled.
And your only thought is to run.

The criticizing is “overall”.
Was it straight?
Don’t cry, don’t fall.

It was not the bait.
Just the need for a change.
You both look like standing on eight.

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