The uniform we wear
It isn’t easy to drop
The mind supplies
Its city of thoughts
With enough of them
Covering every action
Going the distance
Watched by a patient clock
Working hard to win
The race against time
Rushing through goals
Forgetting the steps
Where true values hide
Pressing on a gentle brake
Thoughts pause, to shed
Weight of mindless chatter
That fuels the flurry
As we slow our world
We’re free, of the uniform

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