The world spins madly
In a rush of change
And in a whirl of excitement
And new things, new people
New me, new life.
The clock holds not
Enough time, but the body
Moves, incessantly, thriving
On the pace.
Loving it.
But the quiet moments,
The little talk, and lots of
Feeling, get missed out on,
And the old me misses them
Like the old me misses you.
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