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And a hush fell over the crowd...
Day in, day out.
You live life like your not there. Merely a spectator in an ongoing show.
You love what you can't have, yet yearn for what you can touch.
Or can you?
No, you can't.
It's just out of your reach.
So close, the aroma fills your nose.
Yet so far, it slips from your grasp.
You do what is right in all the wrong ways.
You know all the wrong ways to do the right thing.
You know your wrong.
But what can you do?
Nothing
Because you're merely a spectator.
Watching your lackadaisical life.
Let the show begin...