yesterday i was asking myself what would it be.
what does it look like beyond that deep blue sea.
when will the birds fly, through never ending sky.
where will people go if the world would die.
why does words break and turn into a beautiful lie.
How God made us all, and let live to this round ball.
today i am asking myself what would it be.
what does it mean swimming through the sea.
when will humanity change and find a key.
where we could live without sanity.
why would everything impossibly be.
how God made us all, to fight instead of struggle.
through the sea i saw those sinking boats.
i found the answers to my random thoughts.
that tomorrow is determined today,
and today is based yesterday.
that yesterday is today's tomorrow.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
yesterday i was asking myself what would it be.
what does it look like beyond that deep blue sea.
when will the birds fly, through never ending sky.
where will people go if the world would die.
why does words break and turn into a beautiful lie.
How God made us all, and let live to this round ball.
today i am asking myself what would it be.
what does it mean swimming through the sea.
when will humanity change and find a key.
where we could live without sanity.
why would everything impossibly be.
how God made us all, to fight instead of struggle.
through the sea i saw those sinking boats.
i found the answers to my random thoughts.
that tomorrow is determined today,
and today is based yesterday.
that yesterday is today's tomorrow.
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