Ticket 2 Ride

Expiring and nearly extinct

Tightly gripping yesterday

Walking the outermost lane

Silence to what you say

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Cynicism settles over this tribe

Your landline is obsolete

Life as a one-armed cactus

Dancing with two left feet

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Marshaling retired gray matter

Displaying the virtues boasted

Flexing attitudes once resolute

Retracting critiques posted

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To strive for value openly

The sail embraces the changing winds

Letting go of hoarded fool’s gold

An alienated soul freely transcends