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Look up

Look up.

The life you know will be gone, but the birds will still sing their songs.

A life of dreams and in-between, the flow of thoughts drowns out the mountain stream.


You’ll forget the sky,

You’ll forget what grows,

distracted by the self importance, you superimpose.


As you rush,moving forward means losing touch.

What good are the stars,

when you’re staring at your watch?

Look up.




About TheFeelest

I don't actually exist outside of my own perception.

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