Walking as the only life,
In this dead universe.
On a sphere with a giant orb
Sitting right next to us.
Where you matter for who you are
And not only for what you can be,
And huge spires sit still
Waiting for you to see.
Tell me now, my friend,
Is this really somewhere you don't want to be?
Where people,holding hands
Know the true meaning of love.
That it's not just a word
And care, even if you aren't their blood.
Here I sit,waiting for you
To hold your hand, make your wishes come true
Tell me now, my love
Am I really someone you don't want to meet?
Trying to tether myself to the ground,
Too frightened to look around,
Crying desperately.
While the world waits, trying to show me its beauty
Scared to let go, to open these fists,
I tell you now
This is not who I want to be.
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wait,
PoetryWait, As the world you stand upon spins into the dark, the only light emitted by igniting a spark. Wait, And look at the chaos, the hate that fills, that fuels, that brims. The screams that hurt even the deaf, felt by all, even the daft. Wait, To...
