On a rainy Friday evening
When the sun has lost its meaning
Many lives walk down the street
Some barely touch, some never meet
They race along a circumference
In a reckless riot, indifference
Each step is one they have taken before
They want for nothing, need for more
Lives so often intercept
Nothing in this world common except
The only thing that they believe in
Is the air that that keeps them breathing
2010-04-26
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