I run around the
house avoiding
Housework it keeps me moving
The weeks are like freight
Cars banging into one another
As the brakes are applied the
Dropped bomb
is still detonating
The world is at war with itself
But who is
holding a gun to our heads
If we weren’t too frightened
we could turn
around and look
I am hiding and being hunted
You are running and being
chased
The difference between us is miniscule
A smile is the last
free act
You make me smile
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