I am made up
Of bones and skin.
I am made from
Generations of men.
I create things
Like a machine.
I wake sleepers up
And those in-between.
But Nothing’s the matter.
I am doing okay.
Because it doesn’t matter
At the end of the day.
I am made up
Of bones and skin.
I am made from
Generations of men.
I create things
Like a machine.
I wake sleepers up
And those in-between.
But Nothing’s the matter.
I am doing okay.
Because it doesn’t matter
At the end of the day.
Oh, but we are made up of so much more than skin and bones – stardust 🙂
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