Wistful countryside
Dull greens and smoke yellows
Far vistas mist veiled
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How should I feel here?
Myself insignificant
A part and no more
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All Mans arrogance
Earths priests force us to believe
Everything for us
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Question my function
Do we have a true purpose?
For what am I here?
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Am I pivotal?
What I to the universe?
Inconsequential?