It's late, it's dark, no stars
I try so hard but i can't
I stare so deep into my heart
Am i cold, am i hot or lukewarm
What is the purpose of life?
Who am i?...who are you?
Are you alien or human too?
Working in a gold mine yet so poor
Not of money but of pure joy
Wake up with a grudge, it's normal
Sleep with nutch, could it be optional?
We are all part of the universe
So vast yet so small in reverse
That we know is nothing compared to what we don't
The secrets still hidden can fill the unfillable
We all move around like we are living
What exactly is the difference from living and dying?
How is it that dying isn't more better?
At least you don't have to worry about taxes and worries
What is that that can satisfy human's appetite?
The stomach filters junk knowledge
But we don't seem to even understand the unfiltered
Maybe if we took a moment to guess
We would know that the world isn't the world
The world is a word, and humans, the substance
The world dies when humans die
And somehow tends to live when human dies
Are we important to the ecosystem?
Or are we weeds that choke the roots of development
Humans, humans, humans, how many times did i call your name?
You waste time performing the vain
And ignoring that which bore gain
You think you are the centre of the universe
Humans think they are the most important
They have no idea what's coming their way
Until the road becomes clear and all things revealed
Then humans would find out that, they matter less
Discrimination, racism, hate, and war
All are psych deformations that make man rot
The more we learn, the less we know
The less we know, the lesser we understand
Questions arose from answered questions
Bridges arise from parted landmarks
Maybe we all take a moment and know life could end as we know
Not because aliens are invading
Or because the rapture is occurring
But because even with our eyes we failed to see the obvious
No matter what we have done, the done becomes undone
The cut down apple bears a pineapple
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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