Changing Pace
It's the simple rush
Of turning around,
The broken wheel stopping.
It's the quiet sound
Of leaving behind,
The end of all things heavy.
Tomorrow will move quicker,
Light will grace her face,
In the end all that matters
is a simple change of pace.
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