The Globe
As I ponder, as I wait, and consider every scale with every weight, I peruse often times upon the idea, of what our world might be, if every day as we lived our ways, we would think beyond our dreams.
If we thought of the globe, such a timeless classic, and understood truly one tiny fact; if we clearly knew how incredibly insignificant we were, and how great our vast world was at that.
If only we saw how little we looked, from up beyond skies high above; if we saw all our lives as they genuinely were lived, then perhaps we might know how to die.
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