An essay to write, a monster to fight
A dragon to slay, a torch to light
The things to learn
The world that madly spins and turns
In endless successions of sunrises and sunsets
That we seldom see
Caught up in the tangling nets
Of all the infinite things we try to be
On our way to the sea
That someday not too long now will swallow
Us down to the chaos where the fish tumble
Are these things hollow?
Am I surrounding myself with traps that make me stumble?
Are my eyes blind to being,
What am I seeing?
I give up on trying to format this thing correctly.
ReplyDeletehaha what was it supposed to be?
ReplyDeleteI like it even without the formatting though :)