I found myself rolling down
On a slow and jagged path
Lookalikes rolled down with me
Some with blessings some with wrath
I found that in simpler times
My smoothness was facing down
Then the tables turned around
Jarring edges scraped the ground
Then I found there is no ground
Only edges just like mine
Getting hurt, hurting in turn
Shrugging with a plastic smile
Drifting bits of some unknown
Bound nowhere but pushing past
In the distance is a heap
Screaming, ' Hurry, make it fast'
And it dawned on me one day
When I woke up in my sleep
This is just a twisted plot
Down an abyss truly deep
Crowding at the hole to pass
Just some weary grains of sand
Says the tipping hourglass
'Don't seek answers, understand'
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