We're drowning while racing for an image of perfection,
which isn't even our own to begin with.
We focus on our outer layers of the skin,
in search for something to define us.
Why do we keep joining into this man made chaos?
Cluttering the path at high speed, justifying power and greed.
What does it take for a wheel to stop?
For a pin to drop?
How long does it take to break the cycle?
Everything exists in duality.
They say we're just dust in the vast cosmic space;
But do we forget we're also seeds?
Gaze of the eyes you can't forget;
piercing into your very essence.
Can't decipher the secrets they are not telling,
of a time past or a dream shared.
Was there a moment we gazed at the stars and shared the same thought?
Are our hearts but one giant cosmos constantly searching for home,
desiring to leave our minds behind?
Skin - Is the space between us
But we speak the same soul language.
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