Down this road

Many points to pivot

Forward they say

Even into quick sand

Comprised truth;

heard long enough becomes your dream

Sometimes a reset is needed

New Years, quarter earnings

Elite tower from in sky fights

Trump cards and face swaps

Different show,

repeated characters

We give inanimate life

Yet lack breath daily

Every yard not existing

Pushing on, robotic living

We truly despise been alive

Race to the trenches

Never ending,

injected demise

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