Pretty Great
It's pretty great
We're on a sphere
Traveling around a ball of helium and hydrogen
At about 67,108 miles per hour
It's nice to be a group of atoms
Bound together by some force
Some strange desire
To stay alive
Through trials and time of pain
It's nice that thing fell in to place
So that I get to see the face
Of those who's stories they'd like to share
And those cordial people
And those who beam with intellect
It brings me to Nirvana
How the music on the sheet
Can rewrite itself into notes
That stand in the sky
Then fly away
I love to hear the words
I love to hear the thoughts
I love think myself
I love to love
Every atom.
That is pretty great.
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