Stare at cyclists dodging street lights.
Lonely is the bright, seen without head lights.
People swifter than the river forget never.
The calm is what's the matter.
Explain to one that never knew
the simple difference between green and blue.
Words be quick, words be wise
turn the lights and let smoke rise
Only run when safety nears
familiarity that nature hears.
Words be quick you make me sick.
Jump over a goddamn candlestick.
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