This water has traveled farther than me,
Has existed longer than me,
Is more tired than me,
It keeps on pushing its waves at me
Like it’s trying to say something
Is it possible for the earth to sing all the answers of life & sin?
All the questions that have never been?
Do the trees give us knowledge with our oxygen?
Is the wind in a hurry because the universe wants us to know we’re not pretend?
Or that we are, and we need to wake up for things to make sense?
Is the meaning of life right in front of us?
Knocking on our skulls with every headache
Yelling as disastrous earthquakes
Wake up and listen to the stars it says
Wake up and listen to who you are
Listen to the smiles that last a little longer
Listen to the atmosphere and to what you ponder
Set your eyes on the sky as it dies into the horizon
We are the world?
Cross over the line then