by Byron D. Howell

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I think it's fascinating how we run
throughout our days as if life is a race.
We're so obsessed with beating everyone.
Can we recall why we picked up the pace?
I watch us fools by day and then by night.
I giggle when one stumbles from the heat.
We try so hard to make each move just right.
With one wrong turn we face a true defeat.
No longer do we act like humans do.
We're like machines to make up for a fault.
Just like machines we break down, me and you.
The race, the world, it all comes to - an end.
I'm eloquent professing how we fall.
My weakness? Well! I speak for one and all.

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