People

Tue, 06/25/2013 - 18:13 -- EsterT

People watch me passing by,I see them hear them watch them fly.They run to here and run to there,Too fast too slow sans burden of care.I sit through life and watch them die,It’s life or death but never a tie.Hearts of gold, hearts of cold,Glad or sad, endings untold.

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