The world is neverending

And I am a grain of sand,

Drifting from the beaches of the world

Into the emptiness.

I don't what's come over me

And why I stare so far

Into the universe where

Stardust calls me home.

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There is a piece of me

That stares up at the stars at night

Just aching to let go of it all.

There is a part of me

That needs to let go of the world

And finally find my place among the stars.

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But still I'm stuck on the ground,

Reverberating with the sound.

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The planet is so big and wide

I don't know where to go,

And the thought of doing nothing

Makes me strangulate and choke.

I have so many dreams I know

I can't achieve them all,

But the need to succeed

Drowns out other thoughts.

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There is a piece of me

That wants the easy way where I will

Jump the bridge before I get too far.

There is a part me

That longs to clutch onto what I have

Before everything leaves me on my own.

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But now, I'm staring at the end.

Right now, I'm not quite broke, but bent.

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I long to be a part of something

That I can't quite see,

Maybe infiniteness

So I'll never die.

This wishfulness is useless

And I need to go to sleep.

The only dreams I see

Are where I am deceased.

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There is a piece of me

That clings on to reality al-

Though I know it's futile in the end.

There is a part of me

Who'd risk never amounting to

Anything if it means I control fate.

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But now, questions are in my head.

For now, I'm glad I'm not quite dead.