It's Time
Passing on and throughAnd away and past
Moving here to there
No worries of last
A bag a box
A carryon or so
There'll be more where I'll be
Where ever I go
No turns no circles
No connecting tracks
No connectors or sidetrips
Just one curvy path
No room for movement
Back or side
A chute or maybe a ladder
No option of 4 spaces back.
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