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I was caught in ant traffic so I went with the flow but there was no God save the Queen. I was just a worker a prisoner of our own making to ..

Success was the horizon failure was getting there.

I had not the inclination to be artificial for I was not a robot nor the intelligence to be so.

From the land of shadows behind me which followed I shall return a shadow in time.

On my road work paved the way but stole my life not banking on spare time.

I am no more the page you turn leaving me illustrated.

Unconditionally my dogs have taught me love but not the loss when I outlive them.

I am no more the particle of dust that falls on your shoulder that you shrug unaware I was there.

Death is when heaven is full and the Devil doesn’t want me.

There comes a point when you leave everything behind you.