its not the time for the mind to roam.
but the borders remain limitless.
and i wished i was with the moon.
nothing will change the world from spinning around the sun.
even though i shout, shout out so loudly.
for the universe to revolve around instead.
things will not work out.
marked with a sense of immaturity, selfishness.
the world spins along, leaving behind a little in its orbit.
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