Believe?

How can one look down on people while they stand ontop?

When I already feel so small by only looking up above?

How can I feel ready in a world so full of change?

So permanently unstable, walking bypass unarranged

I look up at the wandering stars pondering how they shine so bright

Should I believe in what they tell me, how could I know what is right?

I'm searching every colored line, every box I've fallen into

How could I knoe what I want when there's still so much I need to do

My apple didn't fall far from its branches, stayed shelter in its shade

What goes around comes around is what they all exclaimed

But I knew not the seed I planted nor the crops I reaped to sow

I only know of one thing and that is all you cannot know

The galaxies, the stars, they remind us of the things we can't control

The world is at our fingertips but the whole world we cannot hold

They taught me facts and figures, but instead I learned to feel

All these messy apocalypses, tell me out of all these worlds, which one of it is real?

[End]

"Believe?"

By: MysticalGalaxy14

[12/8/19]