Just Slow Down
I've felt small
In the vastness of it all
In nostalgic fields at night
Chin up to watch the stars fall
With so many I acquaint
I find it hard to communicate
They're blindly led by a faith
That our significance equates
To the paper we procreate
But they all got it wrong
Egos bound to deflate
If you find your mind astray from the delusions we create
Destroying our world to work our way
With straight line, build sky high
We objectify the very things that keep us alive
That upon our breath relies
You think that if these leaves could talk,
They'd tell us lies?
It'd be selfish to think in their trust we would lie
Can it be true that their perception's our demise?
What can I do besides consider it a prize
That I've known you for the time
To memorize the freckles on your skin
And match them to the stars in the skies.
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