🎶Beautiful Accidents🎵
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Minted Sep 13, 2025


We are the field, under alien eyes,
But f*ck it, it’s our thunder that splits the skies.
From pole to pole we storm and roll,
Sun twisted wild, moon plays the troll,
Yet we alone are burning bright,
Clashing, crashing, gods out of sight,
Falling, crawling, kissing in the grime,
Roaring, soaring, wasting no time.**

On this wild, ridiculous stage,
We dance we breathe we cry, we break the cage.
And yell in rage
Shit gets chaotic, oh, the mess is pure!
We brawl, we heal, we make and cure,
We tear it down, build it higher than before,
Cry for answers, then laugh at score,
Finding meaning in the cracks,
Spilled wine and shattered tracks.**

Look up, get up let them watch you from above,
The gods don’t bleed, don’t shiver, don’t love they just need
They can’t taste salt or feel joy’s rush,
Can’t cheer our music, can’t feel our crush,
Can’t boo our sorrow painted on the walls
Only we feel the rise and the falls.
**But us, motherf***** We do it all.
We’re not just pawns in some cosmic sprawl.
We’re wild architects, chaos in our veins,
Making kingdoms out of coffee stains,
Out of lost dreams and found small change,
Out of broken hearts that bloom so strange—
‘Cause serendipity rides with the brave and deranged.**
So play!
Make art out of scars,
Paint the air with our belly laughs,
Find love in impossible bars,
Show those bored immortals what a miracle truly is.**
We live, we die,
We rage, we cry.
But in the eye of our own hurricane,
We catch the tiny miracles:
A hummingbird at the glass,
A hand we didn’t know would pass,
A song that saves our sorry ass.
Here’s to the beautiful accidents,
The unruly gifts,
The serendipitous hell yes
Of being alive on this mad, spinning rock,
Let’s play this game like we fucking mean it,
Let the gods watch in awe, and maybe wish they could feel it.**

Poetry by db 2023nft
Music by Astronaut SHE @ astronautshe.com
Commercial License - All Rights Reserved 2025.