October 28, 2012
By , Morton, IL
Tumbling, passing,it's racing by;
I can feel it slipping.
No time to gaze up at the sky;
too afraid of tripping.

You're forced upon this one-way street,
stuck in constant motion.
Having it shoved beneath your feet,
someone else's notion

The sand is falling grain by grain,
your time is running out.
Other's efforts have been in vain;
erase traces of doubt

You were born to fulfill this role,
changing their direction.
You have the power to save us all
in your sole possession

We weren't meant to stand in a line;
to be told what to be.
Teach them that different is fine,
so we can be set free

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