Black Sheep
Amidst the blur from the blue lights,
And being dragged along in the constant race were forced into,
A brief moment of solitude and comfort emerged.
A silhouette pulling you out of line
Showing you love, and compassion.
But the brief moment has to come to an end.
Being dragged back into the race, but now
The feeling of love and compassion stay,
Giving the race a new meaning.
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