Where are we going?
Where are we going?
If you are above intelligence,
Thinking of time,
Where are we going?
From this day,
Everyday I see that you make me sway,
Hold on this composure,
That we are on the Run,
I find that I eat these Words,
Telling me,
That I find that I see life and timing never fading.
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