remixing the classics

I can't even begin And already you've cut and run Eager to consume those New sound bites What morsel of goodness Happened upon Producing tempo and swearing by new methodologies Found in this frequency The next tune humming about that unshakable feeling

Naught

I watch the halls in horror Each passer-by more devoid of compassion than the next It wasn't meant to be like this, it's just how things are Can you hear the eye roll Its myriad of connotations Unlimited by imagination We are the phrases on repeatas we competefor time and resourcesaltering perspectiveto shelter in place

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