no one has time anymore
to stop.
and meet, or talk.
they have nine watches
on their arm.
you can hear them ticking
from a mile away.
busy. busy. busy.
they are pale.
approaching grey.
they have no time, no room
on their calendar.
they only have this phone,
this cold piece
of metal,
without a soul, but leading the way.
to stop.
and meet, or talk.
they have nine watches
on their arm.
you can hear them ticking
from a mile away.
busy. busy. busy.
they are pale.
approaching grey.
they have no time, no room
on their calendar.
they only have this phone,
this cold piece
of metal,
without a soul, but leading the way.
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