The stars aren’t as bright as they used to be They’re not as sparkling as the eyes of the little me Not as visible as the lights in the city Awake at night for the hustling humanity
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Within the corners of a room Where only a bulb of electricity beams Not even a sight from the window The vision has become too hollow
To even notice the cosmic plasma in the sky, The radiation is too blinding. To realise what is even more radiant, The world is too blinded.
