It all happens the way it should,
And our desire won't change the way it would.
Tyres keep rolling and planes keep flying,
But no thought for the 'n'th man dying.
Sun does rise and so does moon,
Both set too, like a flame perished with no fume.
Masses trot in chaos endless,
Bio rots in digs boundless.
Life flourishes in kaleidoscopic domain,
love,lust,fear,motive,happiness,contentment and pain.
A symphony so divine that Mozart would gaze,
Bard would die in search of the perfect phrase.
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