We are different.
Different makes, different modes.
Travelling along lonely roads.
Residing in a foreign abode.
Sharing a heavy load.
We are so different.
We learn, we yearn.
We earn, we burn.
We train, we turn.
We care, we show concern.
We are different.
It is time to converge.
Let’s move on.
We are running out of time.
Our dreams are passing.
Our hopes are dashing.
Our life is real.
From wheel to wheel.
We love it.
We live it.
We are running out of time.
It is really fine.
It is no longer a crime
to believe in ourselves.
We are running out of time.
Life is currently sublime.
It is really fine.
It is no longer a dispassionate crime.
Believe in ourselves.
Believe in life.
We are running out of time.
We are covered in mental grime.
We are in our prime.
We are running out of time.
Time is full of extremes.
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