Perspective
I am young in this old world
It looks at me curiously like I just landed
I cannot bear to think it existed without me
my booster pack ran out of juice
the trees sway in the breeze
I etch another notch on my bench
Amazing how nature sits still
while spinning past my light
I do care
even when I fail to look up
It hurts not to sing my song so true
Give me a chance
to heal my will
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