Surrounded by the thought of getting smaller,
Something coming from a Rocky core,
A belly full of water underwater,
You and me across the ocean floor.
A passing through an empty space between,
The world is like an ocean getting smaller,
Floating on a sea of being seen,
Blinded by the sun and liquid water.
Surrounded by a thousand chosen few,
Rivers running over colder waters!
To reach the other side of something new,
See a path across the sea of borders.
The world has never seen a Rocky core,
The land of being taken by the zone,
Blood and water from an ocean floor,
A pocket full of money on its own.
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