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It never sleeps, never flips,
It creeps and it slips,
It strips and it rips,
And between the times it reaps.


We have one direction,
We have thousands of ropes to climb….
Thousands of selection,
Reaching one goal,
Reaching one equation
For each and every soul…..


Primarily, its weak with the dawn of time
Stronger every slippin’ time,
Its not what we seek
We just know
We have always known, our futures creak,
To me….. as any others.



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