“See you soon”, words that hold little meaning. People staring at you, judging every move you make. Let them stare, let them glare. Just keep breathing, keep moving. You’re always there, and you’re never there. Can you feel it? The earth moving at a thousand miles an hour, spinning around a star, in an universe that keeps expanding. I can. “We move around, dancing, like our lives depend upon it, why? Don’t know, don’t care, I look at the sky, and think; don’t you ever stop the music.” I’ve had many companions, many friends, no one stayed. I moved on, they moved on. Yet I keep my head high, and say: we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when. But we’ll meet again one sunny day.
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