Dreaming of Reality
While trying all your life to live,
You forget that first, you must love.
Learning to survive without hurt
Corrupts all plans that you dream of.
Your life is meant to be greater
Than striving for apathetic
Immunity from the dying
Humanity that makes you sick.
Be careful, my love, you might just
Find, those who care, you love the most.
While everyone chooses their friends
And enemies, we kill the ghosts
Of the people we do not choose
When we strive not for unity
With them. For truly, they are whom,
In the end, we call family.
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A poem I dug up from a while ago, I wrote it while thinking about the intellectual tendency to stray towards misanthropy. I think it speaks to that innate human desire for a sense of purpose. What do you think?
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