Oh I hate that i can't help
but to watch the sky and wonder.
The universe grows and grows...
it goes and goes.
How I hate that I can't help
but to dwell helplessly below.
Insignificance grows as the cosmic tide
flows and flows...and flows.
I won't let the stars conquer me!
Oh no! if I could grow in size
'til I could own the skies,
would I see God?
or would I be...
Or could it be that this life
is nothing more than this?
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