In your absence,
As long as you got the ball rolling,
And have the good sense,
To not abandon it with your eyes,
Because it only really wants to be seen,
To be going in the direction you sent it,
Just as you like to know where it is you've been,
To understand who you are,
Because there really isn't any other gauge,
By which to understand the meaning of life,
Just as the ball only knows what tracks it has made.
And it's alright,
If it seems like there're too many balls sometimes,
Thats when you just watch the people watching them for you,
Because people are no different kinds.
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