Blades of grass glisten as they float in the sky,
passing by the cumulus clouds,
leaving the biodiversity-
swaying back but never forth
Dreams wonder in the pastures youth
picking pixies from the clovers
and only certain things remain in this universe
The things I'll never touch
never have
the things I'll never see
never know
Our lives can only carry so much
leaving our bodies ruthlessly at work
knowing with out end
That in this life,
I will gaze...graze
at some one else's marble world
as I get lost into my own
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