[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Dark Star

You orbit that bright star and your humble grassy heath
Yet have you ever troubled to look down beneath?
Few have, mind you, stared into the foggy abyss
But you can never stop guessing if you don't taste darkness's kiss

We live transfixed on our goals and idols
Always being told to aim higher and out of the molehill
Hence we only stare one way: up
Only one isle in which we blindly strut

"The dark is full of monsters," they won't stop glowering
But unless you venture within, you have no way of knowing
Shrouded by the shadow of the mysterious curtain
Could be what you have been looking for: Your true purpose

When you stand at the top, beyond all the stars you aimed
You will wonder inevitably why you feel the pain
It was not because you should have aimed higher, no, not that
It was because you never explored everything, never took the black