A grain of sand
Yeah, so the artist likes the grain of sand, so what?
We all are prone to finding our own grain of sand and adoring it,
We are shades in the sun anyway, will it matter in the end,
We all return to dust, to nothingness without amend,
The big picture is just that, a big picture seeing everything but the progress,
Always the grand scheme and never the work,
Never the struggle, the passion and anixety that lurk,
Imagine that as your life, Only the grand scheme,
Well, he lived, he died, or so it seemed,
What about how he lived? Did he love? Did he struggle, Did he fail or gain?
Did he smile? Did he cry? Did he feel pain?
No matter, he is a spec, miniature, microscopic, nothing compared to the master plan,
He is in fact nothing more than a grain of sand
We all are prone to finding our own grain of sand and adoring it,
We are shades in the sun anyway, will it matter in the end,
We all return to dust, to nothingness without amend,
The big picture is just that, a big picture seeing everything but the progress,
Always the grand scheme and never the work,
Never the struggle, the passion and anixety that lurk,
Imagine that as your life, Only the grand scheme,
Well, he lived, he died, or so it seemed,
What about how he lived? Did he love? Did he struggle, Did he fail or gain?
Did he smile? Did he cry? Did he feel pain?
No matter, he is a spec, miniature, microscopic, nothing compared to the master plan,
He is in fact nothing more than a grain of sand
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