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A bird with a broken wing Its memory of greatness; A stretched canvas of warm embrace Air cut by swift blades of persistence Unobtainable freedom by many, While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
A minuscule moment in a gargantuan globe, Not significant at all, But the day my baby passed away, I swear I saw the heavens fall.
Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
A grain of dust falls, With no purpose but to fall. What am I to thee?
Let me grip tightly to this life in this moment With everything standing still while time is stolen
I'm insignificant Just a tiny little ant In a cruel, vast world I'm just one stupid human I've got no acumen And the have always whirled
One time, i wrote a poem On a piece of paper with No lines. And i cried, Smudging all the little letters. The ants drowned by Saltwater. They thrashed and thrashed and thrashed,
Keep your eyes shining Keep yourself locked away Look for the silver lining say what they want you to say