Glistening on dew-kissed grass
Lie reflections of our distant past
Reminders whispering through the trees
Of where we’re from and where we’ll end
The answers speak of forgotten lands
Lost in the wind
And buried in the sand.
Unearthed for a glimpse of time
We can see the way and see the light
Then we close our eyes
Reflecting sun screams too bright
And motions in the dawning of the night.
The echoes of the distant screams
Haunt our minds, invade our dreams
Cease to exist within this space
Human life, the great rat race
No one wins and all are left for dead.
If by chance you make it through
And see again the ocean’s blue
All alone you will be
Floating helpless on an endless sea.

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