Sailing
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Sailing as a shore-bound ship
Taking wind for a whip
We move and drift
Extravagant or spendthrift
On roads monotony licks
With to and fro kicks
Voice of reason muted
Roar of might saluted
Lies are our oars
Rowing us to shore
A mechanical motion we follow
Inside we are just hollow
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