There was a day that I started to think I had done nothing of worth.
Nothing that would have any meaning once I’d left the earth.
I spent many sleepless nights wondering about what to do.
To make it so my life had meaning when everything was done.
But I didn’t have a single skill that could help me,
Not one I could use to make or change this world in some way.
I’d spent all my life reading, about journeys past.
And so the only solution I could come to was to leave my home,
To find some meaning, somewhere.
The funny thing about facing the horizon is it’s impossible to know what lies beyond. Yet even though we all look at the same horizon we all react so differently to the thought of what lies beyond.
Some see hope,
And many anxiety.
No matter how you face the horizon; tomorrow comes no matter what.
The world ended, I was left alone, but you called me. When I heard your voice through the mist. I knew, there was still hope. So I leave this broken world behind…Home is just a word.
“I’ve seen you in a dream,”
She said to me,
Eyes full of starlight.
“So I knew we would meet.”
But she always was a dreamer,
I doubt she knows who I really am.
More than a dream,
Then a thought,
Then a feeling in some girls mind.
But to the girl with starlight in her eyes,
I will always be a dream,
“When I leave, don’t dream of me.”
She said in a breathy whisper,
As though I had such fine control of my feelings.
“I know you’ll be fine,”
She was right.
I will be.
I am always stronger.
But that’s never the point.
“I hope you understand,”
The tree said at last.
“Thousands of years separate us.”
But the meaning of those words were lost on me.
Looking back I should have asked,
Why it even mattered.
“I dream of all things,
And all those things,
But not everything has meaning,
And yet in the minds of humans,
There is no difference.”
Now lest you think my journey,
Ends in such a way,
I can assure you,
Your eyes do not lead you astray.
A sound echoed out,
Like a bolt of lightning,
And the dogs,
Like dust before a storm.
I looked up,
To see who had saved me,
And to my surprise,
Saw the most beautiful women,
I have ever seen in my life.
“I just thought of something,”
She said after the long silence echoed in my head.
“Why am I here, right now, when the world is so large?”
After we parted ways that day,
I would never see her again,
But I will always remember,
Those final words she said.
As I live my reclusive life.
My brilliant strategy was quickly formed,
To distract and deceive would be my goal,
I picked up a rock that lay nearby,
And with a swift pitch let it fly.
The Starlight Wolves looked away,
Their natural born instincts leading them astray.
And then I chose a gap in their number,
And ran through it.
They didn’t have much time to react,
But react they did,
bitting at my heel as I flew by,
Forcing me to greet the Earth with my face.
Not much here to see,
Blank and meaningless before thee.
Perhaps you can paint it’s meaning with your
But then would it even be worth seeing?
Who would want such drab
colors to curse their eyes? Art isn’t about people like you.
Leave it to those of us who can make