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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