The funny thing about this life
Is that we all must make a choice
But the question's left unasked
The answer one we do not voice
You could be a speckled moth
Keeping all that glows in sight
Knowing that you could be more
If you could bear to leave the light
Or you could be an Angler fish
Drawing all the helpless in
Uncaring of all those you hurt
As long as it means that you win
Yes most of us choose one of these
And I can't say that I blame you
For life becomes much easier
If you just pick one of these two
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So very few are fireflies
Glowing bright for all to see
A beacon to those in the dark—
Giving light away for free
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
