Bolts of depression
strike me down
as i observe this procession
The parade of facades
People who can't think
People who won't speak
People who just stare
and occasionally blink
These people seem bleak
All walk past without a care
showing no emotion
in their blank stare
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I sit and wait
pariently for the day
When one of these sheep may stray
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