Everyone has a life

And so I passed by a million brick towers

Lined up like building blocks 

And in each one of them 

A few windows stayed alight 

Like candles in a glass lamp

And in each one of those windows was a person

With their own life

And their own thoughts 

And I thought to myself 

“How neat is that?”

The fact we’re all living in the same world 

But still separate and different from the others 

It feels all so overwhelming to think how big this planet is

With all the people living on it

But I know that at the end of the day

Eventually,

We’ll all meet our end

And to the ground we return 

Like how we were birthed from it 

And to the ground it’ll all go down

Like how we built up from it

And to the ground lay I

Like how I had imagined it 

-Statiscit 11/5/2024 [8:17pm]