the sons of the universe are jealous and wonder why...
They are everything, but are a part of nothing.
They have infinite wisdom, but haven't ever really lived.
We always look up to the stars, but never wonder if the stars in turn look down to our lives in amazement;
Our festivals and ceremonies,
When we make fires and dance round and we make conversations
and laugh out so loud while we discuss our memories.
We are living, and we are alive.
We have days, weeks, months, years, and just a few decades.
We have feelings, we have chaos
And we have eachother;
We have memories.
When im tired and i feel like to give up this world and just join the gods,
These are the thoughts that aid my Stop.
That the gods, are envious of us.
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The Soul Ink
PoezieMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
