One a dusty road one fine evening
The wind blew dust into our eyes
But our ears were pricked by the sound
Of Justin Beiber belting about love
About starving, about being homeless
And being broke
I must have thought I was your platinum
Your gold-your everything
But at that time the world looked beautiful
From below and you preferred it
Because there was no viable option
Because you hadn’t began asking yourself
Why starve when you could eat pizza?
Why watch the stars from below when you
Can almost reach it and touch it?
And the answers you conjured up
Revealed that we didn’t make sense anymore
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