Flat plane, easy ride,
but still I sweat in my knowing what this means.
You keep pace and think to pass,
but a strong cord of respect,
a deep idea of our sameness stays you.
Quickly we wait, rushing towards patience,
nodding at mistakes with approval, knowing we needed them.
Eyes closed with perfect sight.
silent tugging at formalities tight grip,
peeling back the strict suffocation of games;
swerving past the agile manuevering around the hearts hunger.
Dust on the tracks of their disbelief,
The argument's lost in a hush of praise.
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