Standing in the middle
of the people running 'round;
the loop.
They move with speed of light,
blurs to me.
I wander in the middle
of this fast moving loop,
reaching out into the people
to brush one of them.
As they reach out their hand
to jerk me into the whirl,
I pull away.
In the loop
you get lost
and your vision seems to change.
Everyone in the loop
is so very different to me.
Where the people in the loop,
don't even see me.
I'll forever stand and watch
the whirl that's going 'round
and I'll forever be different;
out of the loop.
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