Thinker
I wonder why I think so much
Every car is just an ant scurrying through my vision
So helplessly small against humans
We are yet some of the smallest creatures to exist
A streetlight flashes by like a fish fleeing its predator
Always running to no great end
Paintings are a freedom for joy or sadness is ones own choice
Waterfalls are the torrent of emotions reeling inside every teenagers mind
Everyone expects certain things from us but we are only human
Songs are a lyrical version of what most dare not speak aloud
Silence is golden and that is true
Laughter is joy pouring out of our mouths in sound
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