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Our Kingdom
Our kingdom is a world made of building blocks
Each block carved as another puzzle piece to create our playground utopia
Knocked down
and built again
into something greater
into something bigger
Walls stacked higher
Floors spread wider
More wooden people to fill the empty spaces
worried that our hands will destroy it if we try to fit them inside
So we fill it with trinkets to forget that we had no use for it to begin with it
Less room for faulty hands to shape it
More room for perfect instruments to burn it
Our mistake
is believing that the only thing a space is good for is filling
that the only way to make beautiful is to add more rooms to make it seem bigger
Our fault
is calling this broken ship-in-a-bottle a palace
Our world was not created for us
we were created for the world
the only space were meant to fill
We are not the kingdom
The world is the kingdom and its only ruler
No more should we try and build a paradise that cannot stay
No more should we fill spaces that don't need to be filled
Our kingdom is a world made of open sky
Our outstretched hands drawing the stars
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