The shove

Everything 
Doesn't have to happen
Yesterday
And by tomorrow
Most of it
Will have changed 
Anyway
These people
These places
These names
These faces
Empty shadows
Endless corridors
Twisting into 
Madness 
Certainly uncertainty 
Poison and
The cure
Most of us
We have
Two feet
We have a spine
We have no
Particular 
Place to be
No deadlines to
Meet
So hurry with 
Caution
Be patient 
With tension
And don't cry
So hard
When the shove
Doesn't push you
Hard enough
To knock you
Over
But shakes 
Your bones
Anyway

◄ sink, swim or make do

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