What if angles fly right through us
And share the same space with us
Those who've fallen before us
Living with us today
And maybe we'll be back with them someday
Well I don't know if I am right or wrong
I don't know if this world is real or fake
But time ticks by and we ebb and flow
Through years of fears and tears
There's certainly a reason for it all
This floating ball of Fire, water, and sand
Collects dust and circles the sun again
New creations grow as old one's mold
Again over again
We contemplate the meaning of it all