Dissipate
Is the world a good place?
It never was, and it never will be.
It has always been just a place.
A set of points in time and space.
Adorned with heavier titles by those occupying it briefly.
Atoms coexist in crowds, colliding incessantly
Never do they call their interactions dialogues
Never do they call themselves a society
Nor do the stars call themselves a community
As they fly through the cosmos in flocks
And share the same fate, but never as a family
What, then, is wrong with us?
What’s wrong with me?
I knew all along that as far as nature goes
From the atoms and the stars I am no different
I was made
Just as they were made
Why is then the task of unmaking me so difficult?
Where I should dissipate, I cling and hold
This wish is what is wrong with me
Of inclusion, of membership, of us.
And yet, facing someone of fewer years
I would lie.
The vice is not with the world
But with the hopeful eye.
I agree!
ReplyDeleteBut then that's where, hope, joins hands with faith, making the lie of the hopeful eye true, and this bad place, a good place, and the world, a living oxymoron!
I read: Is the world a good place?
ReplyDeleteIt never was and will never be.
It has always been a just place...
A different perspective, may be!!