There is solace in the loneliness of the ever-onward grass

there's a feeling of belonging

in the skies that are so vast

There is so much room to breathe

when there is nobody around

so much you needn't think about

when you're the only sound

If you're tired of that feeling

like the world is in your head

I know a place to go

where you are barely there instead

Where everything is big and wide

where your problems get so small

where the universe is everything

and you're nothing at all

-The Midwest