Pacing small spaces, from the wall
to the mountains
Knowing about the changes,
coming along swiftly
It's apparent in the wafting music,
seen in the mirror
Obvious within the thoughts,
only shared on paper
Life is never something smooth,
so the reason many find it disagreeable
Here is the way,
it should always be, for now
So hide under silk, bathe
in ignorant showers
Never pace in the path,
dotted with footprints
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