Split I stand in to thousand pieces
Of millions I was framed

Paused I… this time is not the same
Left the last moment behind as this one came
only to know the other by the same name

Colors change their hue
Red is white
And golden, blue

Never have I stood still
And as long as there is motion, never will

And on this crazy day like every other
I feel like a newborn without a mother
This moment I cry …this moment breaks in to two
N I don’t even know me from you

BTW: I was just thinking about linguistics and programming languages...noteworthy

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