Toy Car
Toy car,
made of metal of the earth
Wind it up
It's power within
Off it goes
But will eventually stop
All its wound up energy, gone.
Or go off the edge, unable to stop
Now, a toy car
made of metal of the earth
Drawn to a magnet
No will of its own
Following a natural, unlimited force
Drawn, by what it is made of,
Natural
It will go, only where it can go.
To where it must go.
Both cars move forward
One met it's end
The other, met, the End.
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