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The air was fresh even though something was wrong with my lungs.
It was very early with so much time left under the western sun.
I felt I could always catch up because I was still very young.
Yesterday, I signed up to run, but today the race has already begun,
and unfortunately, I find myself running in a race I never signed up for.
I thought I was really prepared, knowing this day would someday come.

I busied myself hanging out with my friends and enjoying the rhymes.
How could I be so irresponsible, totally forgetting the passage of time?
I loved my friends who meant so much to me, but the songs engendered sadness. I did not realize it, but the beats were not triggering sounds that generated gladness.

Now I, like millions of others, have missed the train and the plane and are fearfully on the run. We were naive, thinking the world would wait on us, and that we had so much more time for fun.

It's just not fair; our lives have just began, and so much is left undone.
No one told us to think for ourselves and speak up for what we believe.
We believed in our leaders and teachers, never bothering to question them seriously, never realizing that history has been revised by controllers and liars, and we have been deceived.

I was feeling free like a bird, as a college student, attending a school so far from home. I was pleased to be breaking free from my parents who no longer would control my phone. I thought that I was much smarter than my parents, but now I know that I was so wrong. So quickly, the world I knew had changed, and I'm alone inside feeling like I no longer belong. I am not innocent, and there's no one to blame, because I thought life was the mood of a song.

082320PSCtest, Song 1-Cold-Quiet Now, Rob Carmack
Poem triggered by the song.

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