Patterns
Thoughts go by, different people, different places.
Hard to take but gone for good.
Wandering patterns and spacious labels.
Nothing ever happens like it should.
Touching down to face the wasted millions wandering over this land.
They cast me into the ocean of eternity,
A single grain of sand.
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