Not For Long
There is a calm before the storm.
Things are weird after the norm.
You look the same before a change in form.
It all happens so fast.
Paint peels off aging walls.
Something starts before it stalls.
You must answer and then give calls.
Nothing ever really last.
Vice versa.
Rearrange,right now somethings do not change.
For they may stay right or wrong.
But surely not for long.
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