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The world, spins around, on its little axis, among the stars at play, while the sun shines on all, and this sits in a tiny pocket of the universe, moving so slowly that we die in a blink of an eye, and never know anymore, from all that we wanted too. and yet while all this goes on, people run, find and decide to do things based upon all that is 'true', all that is 'proper', and all is confused because we never know the things we supposedly fight for, and never know the things we die for, and never know the true meaning of it all, as we fall before the universe has moved an inch, and all we see as important is not, all that we see as true is simply a message we want so hard to understand, but never can, as we have no time, to sit and stare, at all the beatuy up there
For myself, confusion reigns above all, and the little people on my shoulders, my concsience is fogged, broken, yet still yearing to prove itself, and my thought has gone, under a cloud of 'what ifs?' while I try to sift through the seeming meaningless of it all, before I fall with all the rest of my race, and never rise again to do little things that make me fell that it is worth living, in a world where confusion reigns above all, above the tall buildings, above the incomprehensible complexity of space, above all, as it grows, we shrink, they fall away, you find comfort in things you only half understand, yet feel you know personaly, as pointless things are fought for under confusions eye
that stares at you all, from, time to time, and we fall into despair, as all we thought we knew is changed, altered by an unfeeling mind, that only seems to want to hurt you, but is only being its nature, only doing what it does, because you created it, among the stars, on this world, we created it - nature works alone, doing what it does in a perfect dance, of mischief and creation, and we, simply add a little confusion, and then feel we are hard done by, because we created something that attacks us. It hurs me, over things I would rather scream out, but hide away, and it hurts everybody, but only because we recvieve the pain, it gives none and it simply performs its task, like all of nature, while we jump about below, thinking we are higher than everything, when we can be crippled and killed by this simple feeling, which although 'hurts' you, I find comforting, in the knowledge of not knowing, I suppose you do feel that too, just why can't everybody stopped and look and see whats inside, and see hpw to stop this pain that hurts you, and is so unfair, and is so annoying, while in fact you created it - and dont you all know that?
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For myself, confusion reigns above all, and the little people on my shoulders, my concsience is fogged, broken, yet still yearing to prove itself, and my thought has gone, under a cloud of 'what ifs?' while I try to sift through the seeming meaningless of it all, before I fall with all the rest of my race, and never rise again to do little things that make me fell that it is worth living, in a world where confusion reigns above all, above the tall buildings, above the incomprehensible complexity of space, above all, as it grows, we shrink, they fall away, you find comfort in things you only half understand, yet feel you know personaly, as pointless things are fought for under confusions eye
that stares at you all, from, time to time, and we fall into despair, as all we thought we knew is changed, altered by an unfeeling mind, that only seems to want to hurt you, but is only being its nature, only doing what it does, because you created it, among the stars, on this world, we created it - nature works alone, doing what it does in a perfect dance, of mischief and creation, and we, simply add a little confusion, and then feel we are hard done by, because we created something that attacks us. It hurs me, over things I would rather scream out, but hide away, and it hurts everybody, but only because we recvieve the pain, it gives none and it simply performs its task, like all of nature, while we jump about below, thinking we are higher than everything, when we can be crippled and killed by this simple feeling, which although 'hurts' you, I find comforting, in the knowledge of not knowing, I suppose you do feel that too, just why can't everybody stopped and look and see whats inside, and see hpw to stop this pain that hurts you, and is so unfair, and is so annoying, while in fact you created it - and dont you all know that?
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The world, spins around, on its little axis, among the stars at play, while the sun shines on all, and this sits in a tiny pocket of the universe, moving so slowly that we die in a blink of an eye, and never know anymore, from all that we wanted too. and yet while all this goes on, people run, find and decide to do things based upon all that is 'true', all that is 'proper', and all is confused because we never know the things we supposedly fight for, and never know the things we die for, and never know the true meaning of it all, as we fall before the universe has moved an inch, and all we see as important is not, all that we see as true is simply a message we want so hard to understand, but never can, as we have no time, to sit and stare, at all the beatuy up there
For myself, confusion reigns above all, and the little people on my shoulders, my concsience is fogged, broken, yet still yearing to prove itself, and my thought has gone, under a cloud of 'what ifs?' while I try to sift through the seeming meaningless of it all, before I fall with all the rest of my race, and never rise again to do little things that make me fell that it is worth living, in a world where confusion reigns above all, above the tall buildings, above the incomprehensible complexity of space, above all, as it grows, we shrink, they fall away, you find comfort in things you only half understand, yet feel you know personaly, as pointless things are fought for under confusions eye
that stares at you all, from, time to time, and we fall into despair, as all we thought we knew is changed, altered by an unfeeling mind, that only seems to want to hurt you, but is only being its nature, only doing what it does, because you created it, among the stars, on this world, we created it - nature works alone, doing what it does in a perfect dance, of mischief and creation, and we, simply add a little confusion, and then feel we are hard done by, because we created something that attacks us. It hurs me, over things I would rather scream out, but hide away, and it hurts everybody, but only because we recvieve the pain, it gives none and it simply performs its task, like all of nature, while we jump about below, thinking we are higher than everything, when we can be crippled and killed by this simple feeling, which although 'hurts' you, I find comforting, in the knowledge of not knowing, I suppose you do feel that too, just why can't everybody stopped and look and see whats inside, and see hpw to stop this pain that hurts you, and is so unfair, and is so annoying, while in fact you created it - and dont you all know that?
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For myself, confusion reigns above all, and the little people on my shoulders, my concsience is fogged, broken, yet still yearing to prove itself, and my thought has gone, under a cloud of 'what ifs?' while I try to sift through the seeming meaningless of it all, before I fall with all the rest of my race, and never rise again to do little things that make me fell that it is worth living, in a world where confusion reigns above all, above the tall buildings, above the incomprehensible complexity of space, above all, as it grows, we shrink, they fall away, you find comfort in things you only half understand, yet feel you know personaly, as pointless things are fought for under confusions eye
that stares at you all, from, time to time, and we fall into despair, as all we thought we knew is changed, altered by an unfeeling mind, that only seems to want to hurt you, but is only being its nature, only doing what it does, because you created it, among the stars, on this world, we created it - nature works alone, doing what it does in a perfect dance, of mischief and creation, and we, simply add a little confusion, and then feel we are hard done by, because we created something that attacks us. It hurs me, over things I would rather scream out, but hide away, and it hurts everybody, but only because we recvieve the pain, it gives none and it simply performs its task, like all of nature, while we jump about below, thinking we are higher than everything, when we can be crippled and killed by this simple feeling, which although 'hurts' you, I find comforting, in the knowledge of not knowing, I suppose you do feel that too, just why can't everybody stopped and look and see whats inside, and see hpw to stop this pain that hurts you, and is so unfair, and is so annoying, while in fact you created it - and dont you all know that?
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