All seems so busy
Minding their own tasks
Don't know why lonely
Guess they'll do it fast
But I feel weary
No reason why
Why sit lonely
And why still not cry
As if a watcher
Just staring passers by
Not minding sooner or later
These things would lie
Feeling little bit happy
For the things I see
'Cause they keep on moving
With nothing for them to worry
Seeing them slowly
Feeling them sadly
Time won't be back again
Everything would reach their ends
Purpose is not on mind
Wondering how everything works
Peace is on the line
My daydreaming go lurks
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