Though he "chose" to...
He walked alone,
No reason to wonder why. I mean, why would you?
So he looked heavenward...
that he might fly away
and pitied every soul...
For Here they would stay.
He craved to be a Star!
That made the sky its only home.
They say he wanted too hard
They say he tried too severe
So we woke one autumn day
To find he wasn't here
The trees stood and watched
And the sky refused to tell...
But a person who had seen it,
Claimed his adventure played too well.
So He looked Heavenward.
For His path was ever "clear."
He smiled and stroked a chord
And found He wasn't Here.
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A "Person"
PoetryThe world and society has a specific way of identifying persons and their quality of life. Who are you? Who do they say you are? Lets face it, the world is ruled my men and created a stigma for what a man is and what a man represents. Is that you...
