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Just now

Just writing this now,
No inspiration, just here, but how?
Dropped into birth from a cosmic soup,
Into the fray into the loop,
Into the rat race naked and wet
Fifty years later Still in regret,
Sad for the future, I ache for the past,
I went for first place but ended up last.
Last in the race, open shut case
Last in the queue lost in my space
Back to the cosmos into the sky
Can’t walk any longer but my wings let me fly
Written by Fidofood
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Author's Note
Written just now no editing no real though all impulse and feeling
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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