The warmth pierces through me
The masses become massive
It's all a facade
They will never find me here drifting among the microscopic
I am lost yet never felt so at home.
Among my presence drifts the dust from the Sahara
Among me the breath of Geniuses
Among us the dreams of Martin Luther King
Here in this natural place I feel so super
I am lost in the humanity
The sunlight found me and told me all that is true;
We are all the same, just mostly carbon
It's strange, I know.
We seek without first seeking within.
All you are is all you need.
You are natural and in this moment you are super.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
The warmth pierces through me
The masses become massive
It's all a facade
They will never find me here drifting among the microscopic
I am lost yet never felt so at home.
Among my presence drifts the dust from the Sahara
Among me the breath of Geniuses
Among us the dreams of Martin Luther King
Here in this natural place I feel so super
I am lost in the humanity
The sunlight found me and told me all that is true;
We are all the same, just mostly carbon
It's strange, I know.
We seek without first seeking within.
All you are is all you need.
You are natural and in this moment you are super.
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