Up and down like theyre soundless

Anything that doesnt effect you should be forgotten

History is the present as much as the past

The future is a well planned mess

Up and down, hopeless mass

Of strangers faces and lifeless thoughts

It is not a rollercoaster

It is a staircase and theres always someone banging about

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