They are They
No need to bother what to say.
Don't know but moving
Always searching way soothing.
Outside the world is different
Unaware he is indifferent.
No need to hurry to teach
Not today but next he'll reach.
This is their time, leave them
Don't preach and pinch them.
The wheel is turning to stop
Time has power to chop.
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