There have many topics I have wanted to use for today’s Quotable Sunday. Then it dawned on me, my son wrote a poem for school which coveys many thoughts running through my own head. He managed to capture and put into words things I could not.
And of the everything chaos;
We take the Nothings for granted,
As if they are nothing
And could never be something
Of equal value to us.
As we think of ourselves
As everything and anything,
We are blind to our purpose,
Which defines us as something
In this universe of unknown
And Nothings and Somethings.
Our comic beliefs of being
The one who will change the Everything,
Must be halted by the truth
Of the self-discovery of the Nothings.
Everyone against everyone,
As we sacrifice life for the Harbinger of Something,
To affect the Everything
That we cannot fathom;
The endless hordes of chaos
Pillage the earth,
For the Everything that is not there.
They frantically scavenge for the Everything
While trying to know as many somethings,
As the primitive flesh soaks in. Sadly,
They fail to acknowledge the limits
Of the pathetic, feeble mind.
With rage and complexion,
They retreat into insanity
As the search for the Everything goes on.
Blind to the truth,
Ever-seeing to the lies,
Consecrating the power of knowledge,
And the wisdom they foolishly seek.
In attempts to be the Something,
That forms to the Everything,
Of vast, eternal life.
As the congregation of the masses
Swells the globe beyond its Breaking,
The millions of scores of wannabe Somethings,
And self-proclaimed Anythings;
The truth is absent here.
As the corrosion of Conformity
Poisons the brain-dead crowd,
The Earth is enveloped in Deathly Cypress.
The people follow willingly,
As the Blind lead the Blind,
Into the abysmal dawn
Of their true existence;
From Nothing,
Into Nothing.
I would very much like to thank my son for allowing me to print his poem. If his AP Honors English teacher is searching the internet and has run across this, it is indeed his original work.
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