Here's a poem I've written; I would like to point out that as far as craftmanship goes, it's fairly weak, however I believe that it opitimises how I feel about the world in many ways:


So, is this all there is for you and for me?

Eighty short years of structured living,
Of which eighteen are spent preparing to live,
And fifty are spent paying for the privilege?

Don't you long for more?

I long to make love in the ocean's depths;
Serenaded by the melody of whale song.

I long to paint the trees a colour all my own,
To make whoever resides in the sky
Regain His faith in all that He created,
And bless us with something more.

I long to fly -
To make snow-angels in the clouds,
And show the world that there is a higher high.

I long to build a diamond palace
Right on the ocean floor, and fill it
With all the beautiful and happy things I know,
Then one-by-one take all the unfortunate children,
Born into poverty;
Victim to abuse;
Let down by the system,
And show them something worth living for.

I long to escape this world-shaped cage,
And swim amongst the very brightest of stars,
Atop a whale taught to sing our favourite songs.

I long to unite every heart with its soulmate,
So every single person can know the beauty that we share.

And I long to make you see
That this isn't enough for you or for me -
We can rearrange the stars,
If we just try to fly!

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