Am I in the wrong? Am I unfeeling? Am I passive?
He's pissed at me. He might be yearning to move me. You might want me to wave that signal.
Yet all I know is to be still. Perhaps that's the way I has been.
Always and forever waiting... trying... hoping...
Maybe it's really just a pure race afterall.
The rule is simple, fastest wins.
Yes, and like always and forever, alone I stand at that finishing line.
Waiting... trying... hoping...
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