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By Nathan Berry
The world spins, twirls, faster and faster,
Worldly people scurry about, as headless chickens,
Now nice, greeted with a smile,
And only a moment later, as fast as a star’s twinkle,
The smile fades to an expressionless expression,
Leaving the slurred, fading hello’s,
Mixed with the days occurrences,
And the thoughts of life,
And ponderings of the afterlife,
All the thoughts racing to be first,
Clutter and tangle, they all become,
Clutching and pulling,
As flesh rips and hair falls,
Frustrated with the thought,
That wins the race,
All thoughts come to build,
Tangled and mangled,
Ripping away, to yet,
Another day