I WROTE A LETTER TO MARS
I wrote a letter
to Mars,
While staring
vainly at the stars.
Sometimes hope
is the greatest dream,
When life seems
a dying stream.
I told mars I
would jump for a star,
Reaching beyond
my doubts and my scar.
In vain
substance when my doubts arise,
Uncertain hope
is my pleasure and my prize.
When doom falls
on my living truth,
Trapped in
despair, forced to regret my youth.
I would walk
till I kiss the unfriendly sun,
For if I gave
up, it would not be fun.
I cannot be a
friend of my time,
Living my life
like a rehearsed mime.
For great men
have flown an extra mile,
Hence would be
mine, that which I find with a smile.
No slug would
kiss the pride of my hope,
And dent my
vision with a sarcastic probe.
I would walk
with my wings and fly with my mind,
In the starry
skies, an unloving world left behind.
I am blessed by
reality, one of a kind,
Two times
smarter, saved from being blind.
The world needs
me and my words I refine,
To find my peace
just as I would define.
The skies lit up
when my letter reached Mars,
The world smiled
with the light of the stars.
Telling me I
could be all that I dared to be,
The only door to
my greatness was me.
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