Going close to 20
Its slow enough to appreciate the trees
Song is playing that has been for a week
A ferris wheel of memories
Nothing sticks anymore
Crumbs of truth that appear from hard work
Still cruising along this place
Moments that have come and gone
No longer remembers without
Manufacturing the history
All the faces run together making a new one
You see you each time
Fading these lines
Zoom out forever when a name is forgotten
Again
Turning the corner theres a smell
Brings them back to center
Like breath
In and out
Go away
Come home
Let the music play
Dancing without manufacturing
Stop Manufacturing
Hazy Acres 
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