A world that is stuck in the past
Maybe just in the vast
We don't know it, yet we can't help but stare
I don't think it's fair
How can something so light, so cold, so dangerous
Could be so vaporous
Its rings are so beautiful and remind us that time is a circle
It's so eternal
Maybe each rock is a soul
Along a long and treacherous path that we didn't enroll for
Time does eat all his children after they're born
The dead bodies of its children look so beautiful
Maybe that's why we look so pitiful
Next to it, they were so small
Maybe that's why we're so enthralled
in its white and coffee brown colors
Maybe that's why it looks like two lovers
embraced, holding on to each other, mixing, becoming one
Maybe they're the only ones that won
That's why it's a world of gas from the past
stuck in the vast
we're encased
In the glass, watching them become one
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
A world that is stuck in the past
Maybe just in the vast
We don't know it, yet we can't help but stare
I don't think it's fair
How can something so light, so cold, so dangerous
Could be so vaporous
Its rings are so beautiful and remind us that time is a circle
It's so eternal
Maybe each rock is a soul
Along a long and treacherous path that we didn't enroll for
Time does eat all his children after they're born
The dead bodies of its children look so beautiful
Maybe that's why we look so pitiful
Next to it, they were so small
Maybe that's why we're so enthralled
in its white and coffee brown colors
Maybe that's why it looks like two lovers
embraced, holding on to each other, mixing, becoming one
Maybe they're the only ones that won
That's why it's a world of gas from the past
stuck in the vast
we're encased
In the glass, watching them become one
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