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Adjusting Viewpoints
from here, it all looks so small
the whole world
all of existance
everything seems so trivial
despite what i may think
as i look out on the swarm of ant-like people
all in a line
doing their duty
from way up here, they all seem so small and helpless
so pathetic and weak
but as the wind pushes against my face
against my chest and limbs
the people start to grow
i realize no ones trivial
as my face, my limbs
my everything
slam against the city street
