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May 2014
I lie in the field and look to the stars
Wondering just how many there are
I realize how small this world truly is
My thoughts are like dust gone in the wind

Compared to the space that’s just right above me
Nothing seems important; not politics or even money
So why is it that we are all so trapped
In the little things that are gone in a snap
Written by
Daniel Boyer
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