Small World

The world is small, Oh is it really?
Is it the view that we confess?
The truth, which is expressed so freely,
But all these thoughts are just a mess.
It's big enough to be so boring,
It's big enough to feel damn sad,
Day after day we stay so lonely,
But all together - not too bad.
In constant searching for Abstraction,
For One to fill our life & heart
We run & fuss & take some action,
In great big World we play our part.


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