There’s this spot I sit
where from I see the world bare
That which seems complex is crystal
Its simplicity is a paradox
Its vanity, entertaining
Still in this spot I sit
I’m invisible, seeming invincible
yet my inner imbalance turns out
to be my Achilles’ Heel
and I shoot myself in the foot
But in this spot I sit
I dread that I am seen
as the injured valiant knight that I am
So I brush off whoever approaches
by absolutely being obnoxious
Once, I was mushy.
I was unable to withhold sentiment of any kind.
Now I’m grey, stoic and cold as stone.
But sometimes I take some minutes off. A time to weep and bleed. A moment to liberate these colorful sensations. In moments like these, I am iridescent.
Is it just me or aren’t we operating in a world that faded aeons ago?
We couldn’t know what true excitement feels like, since there’s nothing absolutely new to reveal. Our achievements are in the light of the past. It appears there are no feasible paths to create, but to follow the trails of history. It’s sad to see that we are living in a fossil.
We are entities of an overly recycled world.
Well, it’s either this or they don’t just make us like they used to.
PS: DO YOU THINK ALIENS ARE JUST ARCHAEOLOGISTS; BEINGS OF A REALM OF SUPERIOR INTELLECT WHO COME TO STUDY OUR UNIVERSE?
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