Picture a time warp in a bustling city.
The sped up ones where the scene is blurry and frantic.
Hundreds scurrying like mice to their destination with no real direction,
new figures replacing old.
Goodbyes eerily mirror,
warped in nature without understanding or direction.
Caught on camera for an instance.
A flash into black,
a story ended too soon,
Only to be replaced by another.
A new hello dashes on screen.
A moment in time,
frozen in frame your memoir appears.
Adoration flows through rose colored glasses.
Let the tape run.
You exit just as quickly as you appeared.
The infallibility of you crumbles with your exit.
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