So Small
Looking thru leafy branches, to the clouds and beyond, my universe too far away to see.
Past the stars past the planets, to a time long forgotten and I wonder how it ever came to be.
Like a bird ‘cross the sky seasons come seasons fly painting pictures, only pictures in my mind. Nothing real nothing strong in a moment they are gone moving on only I left behind.
Over time and over distance travel I in an instant reaching out while my world spins around. Grasping here grasping there grasping phantoms in the air while I stand where I stand on the ground.
Who am I will it matter when I’m gone ashes scattered in the wind in the night on the sea? What I do what I don’t what I will what I won’t will be gone just as surely as me.
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