Cars all driving off
To work in a rush,
For fear of missing the same
Old thing.
Wind is desperately
Trying to move me,
But it isn't going to do
A thing.
Things all running,
Rushing, flying out to see
New places, but never stay
So long to look.
We could all be
Going somewhere,
If we stayed
A while to look.
Look at the footprints,
Running through the
Grass, all so
Unaware.
Trying to mark
Something, somewhere.
But where? Well they're
Unaware.
Unaware of the world
Turning us where it
Disappears
Holding onto dandelions
Thinking maybe I could
Disappear
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Cars all driving off
To work in a rush,
For fear of missing the same
Old thing.
Wind is desperately
Trying to move me,
But it isn't going to do
A thing.
Things all running,
Rushing, flying out to see
New places, but never stay
So long to look.
We could all be
Going somewhere,
If we stayed
A while to look.
Look at the footprints,
Running through the
Grass, all so
Unaware.
Trying to mark
Something, somewhere.
But where? Well they're
Unaware.
Unaware of the world
Turning us where it
Disappears
Holding onto dandelions
Thinking maybe I could
Disappear
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