Same Formula, Different Variable

Constant, unimaginable

Same flow, different road.

The traffic, the lights

The intersection and signs

Are all the same but the day.

Different cars, faces and voices

Echoes bounce back

Different waves, intensity and direction.

The breeze is still but never the same.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

We walk the same path and follow

The same moments of the past

And thinking the moments would last

But it’s the same thing all over again

Like the hands of the clock on the wall

Circling and circling ’til the end

Telling the same, right but different call.

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