04-03-2026, 04:05 PM
‘Don’t look directly at the sun’
went the advice to children in the summer,
as over ancient roads they'd run,
seeing who was faster.
They would make it to the end and,
having won the world,
would stare up at unholy God
and let their eyes be blurred.
They would grow beyond their skin,
let ego push them tall,
they'd rip all muscle to stretch thin,
only wither, weaken, and inevitably fall.
Hobbling to their deathbeds,
they’d pull the future close
and with a smile, part.
Wishing only to be less. If only they had the heart.
the last stanza is clunky but it was the best I managed on my own
went the advice to children in the summer,
as over ancient roads they'd run,
seeing who was faster.
They would make it to the end and,
having won the world,
would stare up at unholy God
and let their eyes be blurred.
They would grow beyond their skin,
let ego push them tall,
they'd rip all muscle to stretch thin,
only wither, weaken, and inevitably fall.
Hobbling to their deathbeds,
they’d pull the future close
and with a smile, part.
Wishing only to be less. If only they had the heart.
the last stanza is clunky but it was the best I managed on my own