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  The Masses... By C.Ebanks As the masses surge toward one thing we are left behind. Ahead we see the crowd, Struggling for status, Striving for rank. Attention is their one ambition. We fall by the wayside, Look on in envy. Our envy turns to pity, Pity to indifference. We turn the other way, Head for the new, The masses turn to. Following us, Seeking the strange, Hunting the forward, Wanting the edge. We speed up, We are the new.

Too Alike... By C.Ebanks What has gone has left us bruised, With twenty years to overcome. Once warm memories leave us cold, And prey upon our present ones. The far off hopes of two alike Are closer than they ever were. The price we pay to look ahead, Is best forgotten... ...Left alone.