What goes on
here and there?
Blind alley,
no matter where.
What gives?
Up and down
Main Street,
empty town.
What day?
To and fro,
shattered spirit
on the go.
What prey?
Day for night,
now cornered
left and right.
What for?
Cast away.
Space and time,
useless rhyme.
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