There is the painting there
Of birds, the wingspan
Fighting against the wind
There are the edges there
The distances, your pace
When you walk just ahead

There are the cracks there
The locks are closed
Like the kites have flown away
There is literature there
The lack of momentum
Inertia, the movement

Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Asking ourselves why not

There is lalala
If we took the time
If we took the time
There is literature there
The lack of momentum
Inertia, the movement

Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Asking ourselves why not

There are the mysteries there
The silence under the sea
Fighting against time
There are the edges there
The distances, your pace
When you walk just ahead

There are the whispers there
A sigh, the adventure
Like the kites are tangled
There is literature there
The lack of momentum
Inertia, the movement

Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Asking ourselves why not

Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes, we look at them
As they could be
Asking ourselves why not

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