Going against the tide
The rush of pushing
The wrong way
Turning left instead of right
It feels so nice
To be the odd duck
The marvel of the moment
Loneliness doesn’t seem
To hurt as much
Stillness seems customary
Sorrow appears welcome
I see you there
Your Lying smile
Your knowing eyes
Have been weighed
Have been measured
Have met their match
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