Break from the meaningless clatter
Of people and pounding machines,
Rumblings that soon will not matter
Promises dashed, more battered dreams,
Allures of intentional schemes,
He wanders the crumbling tracks
Fixes the straps on his backpack
And takes on the low rusted rows,
With no pla…
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