Minds like motorways
Choked by persistent traffic
Always under stress
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Senses bombarded
Thoughts jostle for position
Seeking precedence
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Illusory goals
The destination unknown
Eroding being
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Life is the fuel
Squandered on frantic motion
Too far and too fast
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The rose does not think
Held lightly in silent earth
She shows us beauty
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For Sacha Black’s #writespiration 52 word challenge
