Poetry

Sometimes

Sometimes

One must ask them self

"Are all really one in the same?"

We all seem so different

But we are all just stardust

Beautifully ugly stardust.

Sometimes

We must ask ourselves

"Do the stars think we are the same as them?"

We are so seemingly different

But we are all just dreams

Amazingly terrifying dreams

We are the dreams of our past

We are the nightmares of our future

We are in existence

On a small speck we call home

Sometimes

We must ask ourselves

"If we are dreams, are we not real?"

We seem all too real

We feel love

Blissfully painful love

Sometimes

We must ask ourselves

"Does love ever really leave?"

We seem so empty some days

We are covered in love's scars

Honourable, pathetic scars

We are the scars of our past

We are the trophies of our future

We are alive

On a small speck we call home

And we are human

Creatures of curiosity

Afloat in space

So insignificant in the eyes of the universe

Yet we continue.