Satellites

"Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe." 
 ― Nicolaus Copernicus (1473 - 1543)
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We've built the cities and the walls to mark the place where we exist 
 We've said that Sun sat down and rose and to this day we still persist 
 But how does it feel to see ourselves on another scale 
 Where all this greatness dies and where we don't prevail 

 I don't think that we could last so long to leave a solid trace 
 From all of our hopes there isn't one that time could not erase 
 And everything moves along these rings as history unfolds 
 And we'll take our rest on solar winds that carry us home 

 That's shifted to the outskirts, cast away from the spotlight 
 We've been holding on to this place like it's firm 
 But it's moving 'round in circles like a satellite 

 We move in circles as ages pass like grains of sand in the ocean waves 
 Being a part of something so vast is to us nothing but a disgrace 
 So we grasp whatever hands can reach trying hard to show 
 That we are the masters of this tiny place that we call home 

 As I reach out for tomorrow I feel today slips right though my fingers