I remember when I first got there
My brains much smaller than my ego
I had thought that life on the new frontier would be much more riveting
Growing up in desolated Death Valley had prepared me for this
My whole life was meant for this
We become attached to self - declared destinies
And we become so sure that it is written somewhere in stone
Deep beneath the earth’s crust
Somewhere, Somehow
This was meant to be
If that had been the case, wouldn’t we all be made of silver linings?
Wouldn’t all our hardships become the skill that we need in order to conquer the beast?
The final battle
Our last chapter
I have been stuck on Mars for far too long
When I look outside, I notice that the shrubbery reminds me more so of Palm Springs
And if i had wished to live in luxury you would think that I would stay on Earth
And here, taxes are far too high
they spend more money on sustaining this man - made atmosphere than on proper education
There is no final boss
The problem here is that, it never ends
And you always die fighting a much smaller beast than you would expect
it will always feels as if it is as big as the sun hurtling towards your home
We simply cannot be happy
I’m beginning to miss my childhood home,
It’s much easier to take what i have for granted
Rather than to consider how lucky i must be
About the Creator
Angel Young
I'm just a regular shmegular girl from the bronx
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