From the Inside

Tangled inside a rapidly growing mechanism

Three days have passed like weeks

But have gone like the swift of a broom

People come and go

Yet the core remains solid

Its Monday morning and the third weekend has bygone

Life is scarce and scattered across Magneet grounds.

The last campfire provides a home in the heat of the rising sun

Sleepless days feed a new kind of energy

A closeness to many

Sadly we are all just lonely passengers

Building an ideal home for a while

A life outside the real world

An escape from money and merchandise

A search for reality as it could be

If somebody could explain the feeling

He or she is a pure poet

For now it rests as un-described

It is a mere feeling that must be witnessed.

Not for a day, but for every day

Each second the eyes rest is a memory missed

Hard work pays for the better life

Yet there is no business here,

Only a decent living

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