I'm on a spinning ball
And I do not spin
Air is all around me
Yet I cannot fly
I'm mostly made of water
But this water doesn't run
I can think of anything I want
Though the thinking isn't me
Despite being inwardly blind
I can see light years away
I am in a maze of matter
But somehow I find the way
My left brain deals my devil
My right brain lends me a god
Am I in a void of cosmic blend
Continuously walking the bend
Or in a state of constant relations
With the symphony of generations.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
I'm on a spinning ball
And I do not spin
Air is all around me
Yet I cannot fly
I'm mostly made of water
But this water doesn't run
I can think of anything I want
Though the thinking isn't me
Despite being inwardly blind
I can see light years away
I am in a maze of matter
But somehow I find the way
My left brain deals my devil
My right brain lends me a god
Am I in a void of cosmic blend
Continuously walking the bend
Or in a state of constant relations
With the symphony of generations.
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