All traffic moving forward
One singular direction
Non surveying the scenery
Non looking back
Wheels turn slowly
In the same way as the others
Feet stepping in unison
March ahead steadily
No back tracking here
No second thought given
Just the rule of the street
One way, one way only
A single file of traffic
Going nowhere fast
In the same direction
The next one follows the last
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