There is the painting
Birds, the wingspan
Which fight against the wind
There are the borders
The distances, your pace
When you walk right in front
There are the cracks
Locked the locks
Like kites flying away
There there's literature
Lack of momentum
Inertia, movement
Sometimes we look at things
As they are are
Wondering why
Sometimes we look at them
As they could be
Ask why not
There's that too
If we took the time
If we took the time
There is the literature there
The lack of momentum
Inertia, movement
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes we look at them
As they are they could be
Saying why not
There are the mysteries there
The silence under the sea
Which fight against time
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The distances, your pace
When you walk just ahead
There are the whispers
A sigh, the adventure
Like tangled kites
There is literature there
Lack of momentum
L inertia movement
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
Wondering why
Sometimes we look at them
As they could be Being
By saying why not
Sometimes we look at things
As they are
By asking ourselves why
Sometimes we look at them
As they are that they could be
Saying why not