I hear an army charging
Racing on their horses that tick
Sweeping nations, minds, bodies
Turning every stone
Killing every king
Leaving a brand new scent on the grass
Changing the way the colors feel
Spinning the world in the opposite direction
Having no regard for the past
My eyes eat
My ears see
My mouth understands
My hands believe
I’m approaching, unafraid, to solve the riddle.
Was I ever to learn
Without the push of change?
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