On the platform
The crowd of people
For the human race
Unending competition
To go forward
None spares anybody.
Why the race?
What for?
Is this benificial?
With a hurry race of unending wants
Can it fulfil the black hole of desire
To draw the end of thoughtless race
Should we expect the day will come?
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