Staring at the world
I finally see
how everything was
So overdone
This is it
Without all the fancies
And I’m ok
This is who I am
I’m not one
To make the world spin
Merely one of the thousands
Allowing it to stand
Send me below the grass
Watch me grow to the skies
I'm only becoming something better
A spectacle of earth in someone’s eye
There was nothing ever to be sad about
And look at me
I’m already crying
I worry myself out
Please
Set me at ease
A simple request
To the dweller inside of me
In the meadows I grow alone
Nothings ever gone
This world that I once was in
was so overdone
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