In a brisk draft life rolls like wheels on tracks
In the silhouetted shadows carried through florescent specks
I crumble down and fall right through life’s cracks
On the far broken promises simply made
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It’s then too late to realize, we are racers after happiness Whose race tracks we tread in abundance of wrongness Yet its creed in self discovery saves our breed In truthful examinations of ourselves, we are serenade The quest for happiness never ends.Greed starts from here and the importance of creed.Well written and splendid poetry.