We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
Tag: poetic
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Faster… Faster… Faster…
Humans running.
Building cars and planes.
Trying to make things faster.
So that they have time to do more things.
Things that they will need to do faster as well.
Until they do more and more things.
Until they do everything.
Until they do nothing…
Until they die…
And in their last breath.
(For the first time)
Watch the morning sky…
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Feeling alright…
Sleep tight.
And you will awake in the morning feeling alright.
Until one day you die.
And the sun does not rise.
But do not cry.
There is no need for being happy either.
The butterfly will fly.
The river will go dry.
The night will come.
And the cosmos, long after you are gone, will start again.
Feeling alright…
Poetic Philosophy 