He was burdened,
With such understanding,
Of everything around him,
Including the world.
He sought to have a friend,
And instead got simplicity.
'Tis the price of intelligence,
Promised the old man,
Who once was in his shoes.
He seeked the stars,
So far away
With the galaxy running
Down his eyes.
But it was too far,
For his tiny mind,
Which became a race,
To reach the universe.
He wanted everyone to understand,
That life isn't all about living.
It was about dying--
Dying to become someone significant,
Someone to make a great change,
For the sake of this selfish humanity.
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Poesia"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
