WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

by Blossom

  • Poetry

Published February 4, 2012

Waiting here,
Transfixed upon the vastness of the sky,
I am left wondering who put me where I am?
What purpose was set before me,
As I first began to breathe the air of this toxic world?

Wise I feel,
In finding comfort in the unknown,
Accepting that the sky holds much more than just,
The soft glow of the moon,
and the blinding blaze of the sun.

Everywhere I see a war.
Up above,
where heaven watches down,
driven by natures intention for domination,
the nights fight the days to bring darkness across the earth.
And below,
where hell looks up,
blinded by the fear of the fall,
humans compete on levels beyond necessary.

It seems a sad world, lost of true love and passion.
But in those rarely captured moments,
where the sun and moon sit on either side of the sky,
and people look deep into eachothers eyes
I wait still...
believing I wouldn't have it any other way.
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SirTobes wrote a review Review · Feb 6, 2012

Can I very much relate to this, magical.



You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one. It has patterned itself after every dictator who has ever planted the ripping imprint of a boot on the pages of history since the beginning of time. It has refinements, technological advances, and a more sophisticated approach to the destruction of human freedom. But like every one of the super states that preceded it, it has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace.
— Rod Serling