The past me has seen a thousand futures
Mind the sutures
I answered questions that weren't asked yet
There wasn't any one thing I hadn't met
Because the creatures in the mirror stood tall
Did I climb up or did I fall?
The world's been flipped and I only know so little
I came into this bold but I'm leaving brittle
You see, it's hard times that change a person
But did the person really have hard times?
Or do we all readily get exactly what we deserve...
Stumps on the thorax of my inner nightmare
Why am I telling you when you don't even care?
Because you have your own to obsess over
Take cover
There's a bird smashing into a windshield
Hidden inside us all
We keep going back to the playing field
Unbeknownst how small
Because we are dust on a flying atom
Under a divine one's microscope
She's been green for thousands of years
But she knows all...
And way down we fall
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