Doesn’t it make you want to cry
From the retina of a human eye
To the galaxy’s far and wide
Many of these things we hide
Along with us are left behind?
Your ideas and alternate universes
Caught on the banks of all the asses
Looking at life through rose colored glasses
And it doesn’t make you sad?
All these things we wish for, imagine
All the thoughts we thought were lasting
Were pushed away without our asking
And it doesn’t mess with your psyche?
