Dust
We, in the universe are specks of dust.
Fairy dust. Star dust.
Or just the nasty dust that’s made up of dirt and skin cells.
We’re not only dust, we’re also temporary.
Mortal. Perishable.
We have a sell-by date. Unlike Twinkies.
We also cannot survive nuclear fall-outs. Unlike cockroaches.
But what’s worse, is that, unlike flies, or flowers,
we live a fully fictional life.
We may breathe, but the rest is impression, interpretation, imagination even.
We may think we’re extraordinary and invincible, but truth is,
our lives are perfectly ordinary, trivial and we will never change the course of nature.
Fairy dust. Star dust.
Or just the nasty dust that’s made up of dirt and skin cells.
We’re not only dust, we’re also temporary.
Mortal. Perishable.
We have a sell-by date. Unlike Twinkies.
We also cannot survive nuclear fall-outs. Unlike cockroaches.
But what’s worse, is that, unlike flies, or flowers,
we live a fully fictional life.
We may breathe, but the rest is impression, interpretation, imagination even.
We may think we’re extraordinary and invincible, but truth is,
our lives are perfectly ordinary, trivial and we will never change the course of nature.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| killea: | Vrijdag, juni 10, 2011 07:08 |
| nature is as nature does, but we are on a journey, simple or complicated for better or worse. We have choices that''s all. great poem zo gezegd |
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| good old balance.: | Donderdag, juni 09, 2011 21:47 |
| wauw goed gelukt! de magie in het ordinaire beschreven.. bravo! groet, balance |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Erwin | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 juni 2011 | ||
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