When this drops,
When I drop
And you
And everyone else
This will all seem
So
So
Incredibly silly.
People are everyday things,
Dying every hour.
Mothers,
Fathers,
Sisters,
Brothers,
Orphans,
And even children.
Yet we are so stubborn
To hold on
This much longer.
To someone beyond us,
This must be
So exhausting.
They would be oblivious
To what a life meant to humans.
That one would give themselves up
To save another.
Even if,
In the end
The saved are going to die anyway
Just like the rest of us.
That one would see themselves
As enough to be alive.
Even though those higher,
Know that better have lived
And better have died at the snap of
A finger.
Like a feather in the wind,
We drift away as quickly
As we come.
We float in, then out.
Then another thousand take our place.
We are expendable,
No matter how smart, strong, beautiful.
Yet we are differing,
And that never changes.
No matter what you are,
There is no one alike.
That would keep a higher one
Interested.
As would our lack of fear
Of our oncoming death.
Though we decay each minute,
We are unafraid.
Though we come so close with harm,
We are unafraid.
Though we know that we could leave this world at any moment,
We
Are
Not
Afraid.
That would mesmerize them.
Make them paranoid, perhaps
Of death itself.
Its pure mortality, though the higher last forever.
Their greatest fear would be
Death.
As a king's greatest fear is the phobia of losing power,
The immortals greatest fear is what, for them, is impossible.
Simple death.
Yes, we would be fascinating to watch.
Throughout the centuries
Going from knuckle draggers
To problem solvers.
Marathon runners.
Engineers of powerful machines.
Even if they don't really last forever.
Because they don't need to, for us.
Just for our feather floating in the wind.
And the feather after us can create something new
To shock us all.
For their time in the wings
Of their bird of generation.
Yes, indeed.
When I drop,
Which is pretty soon, in the long run
Though I am young
I will float and fly
To the edges of the ocean.
I will tangle myself in the branches of the tallest tree.
I will soar above the mightiest cities.
For just because a feather float
Seems fleeting to another
Doesn't change the fact
That the wind isn't a straight path
And I can take myself anywhere
I would like
To make my swift flight bearable.
To be one remembered
For my stand against mortality.
To not be one who dreamed
Life away.
I will live
For the sake of flying.
Instead of the sake of falling.
And no higher being
No outsider of our kind,
No immortal,
No one who sees us as nothing
Can change that
So go and fly,
My beautiful birds of a wing
Before you fall into the water of the seas and drown.
Before you disentangle from the high branches.
Before you lose
What could have been yours.
Go.
