We are small, yet the world is big
I think as I clutch the metal bar The world churns in my stomach But all I see is the red of the tarp My feet are not writhing in the air No, they’re sailing until they land On the silver platform on the other side And the crowd below claps, climbing into my ears But all I can hear is you, Your laughter when we sit Quiet in a place Not here
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What if I told you the moon is dead?
That the glowing orb you see every night Is collapsing with each tremble in the sky When it darts out from behind the clouds, It’s not smiling, it’s grimacing What will you say? It’s an unfair question to ask on my part I’m not even sure what I would say And I see it crumbling every day Feel the powder chafe my skin Sense its every groan It hurts, you know, but I’m the crazy one So I’ll just nod and sway with the moon Let everyone else continue along Admiring its artificial warmth Shielded from the knowledge that The moon is dead |
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