Will you walk on by like they don't exist?
Their faces form an aide memoire, yet you won't recall.
You want their love and their hate, be their raison d'etre?
Tis but an easy task, being pensive in front of the scornful.
And the commoners are not fooled by your astute ways.
Pretty pink things, fancy sweet talk, zeal and excitement.
Everything is to be spoken of with great vehemence.
See, they must believe you.
So you become a mere 'brick in the wall' in this pinked up world.
Yes, sweet remembrance for you always. And forever.
But it is a matter of time and not enough of it. Fait accompli and you can go back no more.
Let your self not pass you by?
There is only so much you can do to quell another and then avoid being trampled on in return.
Atleast you were thought about.
C'est la vie
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