…I guess, in a sense, we are all like a blank page; waiting for the world to bring us to life.
Amidst violent winds
clinging to remnants of self -
all I was,
becomes all I am.
Bridges burn brightest at night
She is the lady of my dreams; my succubus.
The allure of fortune and wealth is that of the flame to a moth; dazzled and enchanted by neon lights, we flirt blindly with that which can bring us only destruction.
I found myself orphaned, by you, to a world so colourless.
I thought to myself last night, after I had been smoking ’Don’t believe anything your brain tells you after you have been smoking…’
I didn’t know what to believe.
A long, long road I have to walk
whilst hungry urgent matters stalk.
But on this path, so dull and dreary
a field I spied, by scent so clearly.
Yellows, reds, greens and blues
I never had seen quite such beautiful hues.
The flowers sung a siren’s song
So I sat and indulged, a little too long.
The sky begun to fade and grey
as moon lead stars to night from day.
This magical field soon turned afoul
when in the dark I heard a growl.
Back on the road, I hurried in hoof
for these weren’t growls of a regular wolf.
No, something much worse your teeth will chatter;
lurking out there were unfinished matters.
I ran, I ran, as fast as I could
but soon it was clear, to run did no good.
The darker it got, the bolder they ‘came
until these things nearly drove me insane.
It was futile to run, it was futile to hide
to turn and face them? I had too much pride.
So now I am told that I’m lazy and wrong
all cause I sat in the flowers too long.
What if i told you that our chemical make up is that of elements forged in the center of an adolescent star? That after this star turns supernova, the carbon formed in its nuclear core wanders the enormity of space, propelled by stellar wind, only to land here on earth, mingle with oxygen and hydrogen, and form new stars that are a fraction of the size, but burn just as fierce.
What if I told you those stars were us.