Giants

We live in a small word

Where our hopes are small

Our dreams are too far away to accomplish

Our meal portions are marble size because we want to be sticks

Our hearts are microscopic, so we stopped caring

Our vision is so low, we don't even see society anymore

Our hands are small to carry the weight building on our shoulders

Our imaginations' so tiny, bees have built beehives in them

 

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