The beautiful sun shining bright,
Waiting for us to greet him in this glorious sight.
The cold breeze blowing strong,
Making us feel the weather isn't so wrong.
Twinkling hope in people's eyes,
Trying to understand what is wise.
The heat of gushing blood rushing through the body,
The sight of it isn't less than a comedy.
One step ahead of the other,
A little by little we begin to go further.
Well only to realize we've been pushed back than nearer,
Soon to panic and attack to make the path clearer.
Whirling mob heading towards your ground,
Like crazy chicken, people start to run around.
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