Infinitely, all

I’m looking up at all those wheels that turn above my head.
What can I do, deep down below,
Round and round they go,
What can I do but follow?

I’m looking up to find a clock that’s ticking time away.
What can I do, in my own mind,
Those seconds gone are hard to find,
What can I do but stay behind?

Maybe I should stop looking at the sky,
Maybe I should stop aiming so very high,
Cause maybe we are all just infinitely small,
Infinitely precious, infinitely, all.

I look at you, next to me, and all I really see is me.
What can I do, to make a start,
The warmth I feel right from the heart,
What can I do but take part?

I look at you, before my eyes, brains so tough and blood so wise,
What can I do, I left you here,
In my eyes a solemn tear,
What can I do but call you “dear”?

Maybe I should stop looking at the sky,
Maybe I should stop aiming so very high,
Cause maybe we are all just infinitely small,
Infinitely precious, infinitely, all.

Just look at me, just try to see, the passion of my doubts.
What can I do, if this is true,
Asking those wheels to follow through
What can I do but thank you?

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