as if I were a celestial traffic cop
who am I to point anyone on his way
when I have no clue where I'm going myself?
old vanities die hard and harder
the more we cling to the lives we're losing
I'll give you a ticket and one for myself
since all of us racing toward some sign
failed to come to a full stop...
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