Turnstile 

Each moment
Numerous arrival, departures
Sapiens and ants, similar
Names, traces of been here
Before, now, afterwards
Life, death, disease,
Sorrow, jubilation,
deep, shallow
Contraptions, contradictions
such is the daily rush
Brain is mush, and
time just passes
without regard to
wasted youth
blasted truth
how did I get here

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