Time passes more quickly than I thought it has been.
Which leaves me pondering, what am I under this vast sky?
You* say do not worry, for I am here.
But I can’t help but scream, why am I even here?
I have learnt that under this sky of yours.
Things may not be what I might want.
But I know that the sky’s made up of You*
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