Don’t tell me stories I’m too tired to hear them.

Blinking so brightly what are you doing over there hyper activity are you still playing this game with me

You beautiful something don’t you dare go out why is that all I can think of.

There’s nothing I could do to stop it but I stare out and think if I think about it loud enough.

I tried to find them I couldn’t find the right map but I know where they are

Will it change the entire sky?

Forever?

This twisted want to see something come from something that has no answers.

Tell me somewhere out there what are the odds of it and if and when and beautiful

But I know it means there is so much more than the ones who stand around me is it

Bigger?

It’s comical,

If that’s the way one size up for each size.

That’s logical I suppose.

Though whether it is or isn’t on the grand scale.

How old was the old old old one who made us,

Was it in the right mind?

It’s so much bigger than me I raise my tiny hand to try to reach out and say something

How can you see me?

I’m too small.

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  1. ACountryBoy Avatar

    Your writing/poems are always interesting and thought provoking.

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    1. Magic Mage Avatar

      Thank you so much. That means a great deal to me.

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