Ebb and Flow
Location
97756
United States
44° 17' 59.568" N, 121° 14' 58.2864" W
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How do we know who we are, how do we claim to know, really?
I am a boy who thinks too much, but not enough, not nearly.
Why is it that paradox is so present in life?
When you hate loving the friend you lost so long ago.
When you love hating that teacher that taught you just so.
When you find yourself lost, but you don’t need directions.
I find that I am hopeless, yet I am my only hope.
Happiness in ignorance is what the wisest know.
The light of the world is darkened by those who see it.
Their affect on it growing as they approach it so slow.
It gets dimmer, yet brighter, it is paradoxically so.
We pull each other back, thereby making ourselves brighter,
but in the end we bend to prove and try to claim it righter.
Still behind us there is no darkness to fall back on,
no great height where we started.
Our darkness is in our size.
We are no darker, we only block more light.
Others judge us but not themselves, because they don’t turn around.
Most think there is no reason, you look where nothing’s to be found.
What they don’t know is that when you turn, you see how others are moving.
You learn what’s faster, slower, easier, and more,
you learn how to walk, as if you didn’t know before.
The taller you are the faster you move, but you make it harder for others to see.
Some stumble along the way, but when they feel the air rushing past,
well, their life is content, and it becomes a moment of flight.
Why do we hurt ourselves if it only makes us hurt others?
We blind them to the light ahead, make them wander, make them fall
Why do we hurt each other with hopes to help ourselves at all?
Why do we run when we don’t know how to walk?
Why do we approach the light, only to make it darker?
Our intentions can be hollow, but they are ours.
As creatures of the flowing river, we carve mountains into sand.
Making light into our power, we can manufacture land.
We build our world by destroying our home.
We build our homes by destroying our world.
We kill ourselves so that we may live.
No one represents everyone, as no one represents no one.
Paradox is what drives the universe.
It changes so that is doesn’t change, and this drives us all.
We are in the most fundamental way, paradoxes,
so why answer the questions, if in the end, it kills us?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world