Surrounding, confounding, the world spins around,
And oceans hold notions of greater depths found. Expanses entrance us complex and profound-- What holds it together, where's clarity's round? Faith driven, heart given, one finds strength to try, Dreams hurried, and buried soon form wings to fly, Horizons with fears gone bring tears to your eye-- Can a soul ever cease on its journey of why? Like sand through weak hands, Time careening through space, We find the bottom, And laugh in its face. For strange it may seem, To all those in between, How grand are the things, Which by few can be seen. Get your head off the ground, Stand instead on your feet. For rainbows and sunsets, Have not called for retreat. But when vast mobs yell, With theories to sell, The measure of life, Is but yours to tell.
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