Dull Motions
The world is so boring,
why aren't stars soaring?
Only rain is pouring,
Nothing is adoring.
Then comes morning.
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I'm jumping up high,
I wonder if I can reach the sky.
Maybe I could fly,
Or it could be a lie.
Maybe I could try.
I start to sigh.
I wonder if I'll die.
The world is so boring,
why aren't stars soaring?
Only rain is pouring,
Nothing is adoring.
Then comes morning.
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I'm jumping up high,
I wonder if I can reach the sky.
Maybe I could fly,
Or it could be a lie.
Maybe I could try.
I start to sigh.
I wonder if I'll die.
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Okay maybe you would like the meanings of these poems...
The first talks about the boring world. And why isn't anything amazing. The second one talks about flying(without a plane or anything. Just barefooted.), and if I tried, what would happen.