stars don't speak, they scream
fish don't swim, they sing
the sun doesn't burn, it teems
and not with things, but nothing.
do you know how many days
a fisherman wanders while oceans sway
beneath his feet? who knows
ive never wandered his lonely path.
silly faces, random people walking
across the nameless earth...
people lamenting the lords they lost,
the joys they had in the days they crossed
while loving something real
instead of what the world has giv'n to love
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