I look up to the sky,
And always feel,
There are
No limits, no bounds
To what and where I can be.
I go out, in the morning
The sun always burns my eyes
But I still struggle to look
Get a glimpse of the beauty
It doesn’t last long
The humans wake soon
And life rolls on, we look down
And suddenly,
Everything feels heavy, and slow
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