The morning light dimmers to a standstill. Somewhere, a car is left to rust. Life is stable, life is constant.
I walk to the bus stop. Knees throbbing from previous nights sleep. As I sit, the world moves through darkness. Growing in pace, yet still unnoticeable. Life is stable, Life is constant.
Radiant heat is a oven, In which the cake a life comes. Different flavors, different styles, Yet still the same in principle. Life is stable, Life is constant.
As a mole burrows through the ground, He encounters our lasting impressions on Earth. Life is stable, Life is constant.
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