here we go again,
shooting for stars
within our arms,
within the glass bottles
of the universe.
shooting for stars
within our arms,
within the glass bottles
of the universe.
we are stuck here,
glued within complicated philosophies
that none of us will ever understand.
glued within complicated philosophies
that none of us will ever understand.
we were never astronauts,
just a hierarchy of moles
making tunnels out of space.
just a hierarchy of moles
making tunnels out of space.
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