the theory of greatness.

Fri, 03/25/2016 - 13:20 -- saudade

is to be happy to be great?

to climb the golden bridge 

to a realm of perfection.

to live among the stars and the galaxies

and to be known even among them as legends?

why have we as mortal beings decided 

that the stars live greater longer happier lives, 

when their light allows sores to fester?

if it were not for the stars we would not be here 

it is true.

If it were not for the stars, 

the rainforests, 

and oceans,

the deserts, and icelands

would not be here, it is true.

but is it not the stars that allows for death and destruction,

war and depression,

hate and cruelty beyond compare?

yes we befuddled creatures, orbit around these heavenly beings,

but do they not, burn inside, emotionless, spitting fires?

i for one am happy without such festering sores.

I for one am happy alone in silence,

appreciating the beauty there is at times.

But when I look at the stars, and all their beauty,

I know for every smile in this world, there is a frown,

for every birth, a death,

for every wedding, a funeral,

for stars allow as much pain as happiness,

so i set out along that golden bridge, treading lightly,

leaving as little of a footprint as i can.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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