We live running
Across the places
Across the spaces
In all the races
We just run
We never stop
And while we are running we miss almost everything
We miss a lot
When what we should do
Is to take a break and see all we got
Is to take a break and look to the sky
Is to take all the risks and take all the shots
Is to jump a little and then jump a lot more
We run to much
And we live without time for a living
And in the end we could have all that we live dreaming
Life is a picture painted with more than black and white
But because we are going to fast we can't see it alright
Across the places
Across the spaces
In all the races
We just run
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
