Relic

Life gives you lemons
And the lemons are sour

A world where you're measured
not what's in the heart, but more

You look better from a distance
A burden they'd rather abhor

Tis better never pinning hopes
When apparent, they care no more

You become insignificant, worthless
The higher & higher they soar

To them you're a relic
Something they'd rather not explore

You try, but your heart can't ignore
You are, just not the destination anymore



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