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