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The Suburbs: Arcade Fire

I’m moving past

all the thoughts that I had

and cycles that seemed

never to end.

I’m here to amend

every inch of thread

spent in haste

of not wanting change,

because how could I gauge

what I had? The rage

inducing scene where I

leaned over in laze.

I couldn’t make the case

for not treading in place

but never again.

Never again will I

see through copilot eyes.

No more tying the ties

conjured by ease.

I stand seizing the yoke.

Every urge, every joke

of a crave, now broke.

I’m moving past.

Moving on into the end.

Every moment spoken.

No restart. No try again.

I’m moving past.

Moving on into the end.

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