Our concept is abstract,
Like an empty snack pack,
We mix like paint,
But none of us are saints,
We lie awake in our beds,
With our dreams long buried in our head,
Lives as complex as the quantum theory,
We stand with the help of scaffoldings purely,
With every single breath that we take; we aspire for greatness,
But alas,
Our minds are shrouded with darkness
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 7:37 AM UTC
Our concept is abstract,
Like an empty snack pack,
We mix like paint,
But none of us are saints,
We lie awake in our beds,
With our dreams long buried in our head,
Lives as complex as the quantum theory,
We stand with the help of scaffoldings purely,
With every single breath that we take; we aspire for greatness,
But alas,
Our minds are shrouded with darkness