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No one knows how long they'll last,
Sometimes a fire is extinguished too fast.
Sometimes the world stops turning for moments,
And the people who capture it are the artists and poets.
Sometimes your walls start to crumble away,

An ambulance siren wails through the night,
Its pitch rising and falling in the crisp winter air.
Pedestrians scurry on the sidewalk, many floors below my bedroom window,
And I could wonder:
Where are they going?

Scene 1
The spotlight shines on Finch Larson, a high school student, as he stands alone center stage. Everywhere else around him is dark.

I see the smile linger on your face,
The glimmer in your eyes on the cusp of satisfaction,
As you run your fingers through wind swept-hair.
I know that you're not laughing with me,
You're laughing at me.