Last updated on January 22, 2021
The world with all its varied splendour
all the colours of every sense
endlessly perceived through your
stupefyingly meaningless existence.
Why have faith in humanity
why praise the stars in the sky
why explore every single extremity
why does every living thing eventually die?
It’s because there’s just so much to live for
it isn’t—and should never be—a bore;
life in all its splendid spectra
gives you of emotions and thoughts a plethora:
it’s worth it: to see the sunrise and the sunset
and look forward to knowing people you’ve never met.
This poem was written some time in November or December 2020, but the exact date is unknown.
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