We held the world above your hands
Dropped it through that thing you call gravity
Grabbing at what you can't have
Could you dare to live without meaning?
People talk to seem profound
Attention seeking when they get loud
Do we have your attention now?
A single student in a classroom full of silence
In the quiet there is chaos, creation
Where breakneck speeds occur
And snails are kings with crowns
That rule with patience within the crowds
So small and seemingly irrelevant
But beautiful within their ambivalence
They slowly digest the worlds form
Because they don't want to miss a thing
They ponder how you live without the knowledge
Of what you really are, a gullibly convinced humanity
Aliens with amnesia on a planet terraformed
The mission, mars, while earth becomes a dark star
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