We Mimic Atlas

When our days soar by, and the minutes blend together

Our minds lose touch, and our senses weather

Our bodies organic, yet filled with panic 

Survival mode, in this world so manic

When colors blend, and their vibrance is in peril

The world can seem lifeless, and sterile 

By nature we are made, but our roots become lost

We mimic Atlas, precious bones at cost 

Surrender the weight until you can fly

Gaze into the wonder of the endless night sky 

Admire the path of the leaves floating by

Embrace the moment beyond what meets the eye