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While they've been Dying

Because the world that I see

The lines that I perceive

Are just so different from you

From your sky.

Your eyes must be shaped differently than

Mine.

 

Where do you stand?

How can I believe.

 

In whatever exists.

That we may change

Any moment to another

While breaths determine our steps

Looking back

I don't see

Or maybe just cannot perceive

Where this forked

And became.

While the other one dies,

We are only unaware.

Of less than exists.

 

Yet every one

So incomplete, still.

And though we may be opposing sides,

Does it even matter?

If in each one,

We are both still so small.

 

So look down on me

While she looks up at you.

And let's both miss the truth

The big picture.

And we 'll never leave

Our little worlds of perception.

Except you're there with the others,

And I'm all alone.

 

We never will transcend,

this atmosphere,

Will we?

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