Gathering Dust
He drives very fast on highway
hoots and yells at all pedestrians
cats and dogs he crashes
he enjoys every mile with music
but gathering dust
he is not aware of
Common figure he is at every party
voices slow down with his entry
chickens shade tears, bottles break
he enjoys every moment with beauties
but the gathering dust
he is not aware of
For every action there is an equal
and opposite reaction. This is a law
Blind, most of us are at moments
to the gathering dust in our lives
The dust raised against others
normally comes back as storm
against its inventors
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