A spotlight on an empty dance floor
A sunrise no one sees anymore
Lonely stars, once worshipped, ignored
Even the universe renders us bored
Can't see life with our chins on our chests
Swiping away days we should have kept
Always more more more, yet still feel bereft
We trade humanity for vanity not realizing it's theft
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
A spotlight on an empty dance floor
A sunrise no one sees anymore
Lonely stars, once worshipped, ignored
Even the universe renders us bored
Can't see life with our chins on our chests
Swiping away days we should have kept
Always more more more, yet still feel bereft
We trade humanity for vanity not realizing it's theft
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