Can the moon
see me
I look to the stars
In every moment
I'm counting the steps
to get to the clouds
Can the trees
know me
I shout on the stage
Every moment I'm seen
sleeping on a raindrop
hoping it won't break
underneath me
Or am I too
insignificant
to be noticed by the universe
Every moment I'm drawn
up by my hands,
told to
Be good
Stay calm
Keep
on my feet.
And I do.
I race to the finish line,
I never sleep,
I'm walking on the frame of a future I'll never find.
But is it all
worth it?
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