Why did God bless me with a mind?
When I’m happy, I think…
When I’m sad, I think…
When I do wrong, I think…
When I do right, I think…
When there is war, I think…
When there is peace, I think…
Is my life just a thought in a bigger jar?
Am I just one of a billion sperm fighting for a chance at life?
I guess I’m here for a reason…
Will my death lead me to dark space or will I ballon into a star full of fire filled light?
Here I sit after another passionate fantasy fulfilled only to be left alone with a chance for another day.
So I write…
I’ll take my time and imagine 1 million poems.
Who knows, maybe my words will be the blueprint for another advanced civilization.
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