I've always wanted to be an astronaut
Though my fear of heights has stopped me
To be up above the world
With pinprick details to see
Like a needle, life is stabbing
Wretched games, wretched schemes
But where there is nothing, there is beauty
To see beyond the seams
No one can hear you scream
Especially down here
Yet people say the great horizon
Is what we have to fear
So afraid to be a pinprick
When we are pierced all the time
I'd rather know my place in the world
Than trapped by reality's paradigm
As such we reach a parallel
To be so uncomfortable as small
When everything is to scale
And yet so humbled
When everything is to scale
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A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles
PoetryA collection of poems I've written through the years and am still writing.
