Great Ocean Road

The world isn’t out to get you

Just like the lion could give two shits what goes on in an ant hill

And sharks don’t even know that camels exist

So stop thinking everything and everyone is working against you, hoping you fail

In the grand scheme of things, to the universe, our existence is pollen

Simply agitating its sinus

But in our day to day, we cry over spilt mole hills and make mountains out of milk

We handcuff ourselves in one hand, but grip the key in the other so tight that our fingers fall asleep

They need to simply wake up, just like the rest of us

The universe might not care if we exist, so the least we could do is leave a mark it can’t ignore