To fly
Would be more glorious than
Anything
I can imagine.
To reach endless heights
Find any destination
Soar through the stars.
The stars
Cruel, mocking.
Reminding me
That I can't fly.
Not there when I most desperately
Seek them.
A symbol of our fleeting hope
Constantly disappointing.
But we continue
To hope
Because the times
They reveal themselves
Are more brilliant
Than anything
In this lightless world.
But they remain
Untouchable and unpredictable.
And we are left
Imagining
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Sinking Sand
PuisiJust a poem about stuff...Living life as we're called to and Randomness and live and beauty etc.
