Along the way, she walked to the track she
Wandered about the pavement and cracks, she
Thought of the moon; it’s mysterious black, she
Thought of the Earth; it’s most certain facts, she
Thought of the people; all piled and stacked, she
Thought of the rainbow; the colors of Bakshi
Thought of connections; a plan of attack, she
Got very angry for catching the flack, she
Knew that her mind was too wide to be packed, she
Lost it all over and gained it all back, she
Put on her shoes; turn quoting a lax creed
Be the first one to love, be the last one to bleed.
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