Watching a flock of birds fluttering to and fro,
following a new leader at every turn.
They don't seem to ever want to land.
Can you blame them?
Those subtle things barely witnessed...
Watching life go by from a speeding car,
played out like a flip-book
in between the trees.
These shades of grey go down so smooth,
filling in the scars left by the neon lights.
Flocks of birds, watching
speeding cars,
leaders turned witnesses,
their heads filled with neon lights.
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