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[lead_into_gold]

Reject as false these golden days
Which are sadly the silver lining of gray years
Lasting until dusty breath escapes with a word of regret.

Mechanical structure outweighs us with esoteric moving cogs
Turning slow and deliberate while we press our varied paths,
Unaware or unable to slow or change the motion,
We eat the honey and wait or give in to inevitability,
While the world changes only for the worse.