Walkin till the edge
Where the disjointed horizons meet
Where the colors of the world fades
At times staggerin
At times disoriented
To view the world from a grain of sand
To hold the world from a fragment of glass
Wishin for a meanin
Where the sky is glimmin
Where the meanin doesnt matter
At times forgettin
At times pretendin
To hold ur hand against the sands of time
To hold u in this fairytale turned bad
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