The Mean World
I am that unfortunate soul!
That grain of sand,
Which shall never be held in hand,
But that which makes part of their land,
And which helps them walk,
Upon which they stand,
One day, I will drown!
For I am nothing but some ocean’s rand
But they won’t understand…
For sure, they will never understand…
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