Nothing

Going through the motion
Riding the waves, paddles in ocean
no star to guide no distance to tame
just circles and circles, endless and lame
like uncomfortable beds, but you still gotta sleep
rusty brakes, but the bike you still keep
Mindless rotation, process automation
no need to think, muscle memorization
just walking down the street with nothing in mind
while biking home, numbness creeps up from behind

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