The Realization

The world once had so much mystery So much allure for the unknown As children we looked up at the stars in wonder What could be out there? who was watching down on us? We would explore every street looking for the mad man Or the Boo Radley of our block We searched every park for buried treasure and new creatures The lakes for sea monsters and mermaids And each other for new ideas and fun times But eventually the realization set in That there were no madmen, no magic, No buried treasure at the end of the secret cave People hurt more than helped And not many ideas were shared that went beyond the basics Mostly just gossip, food, and sex The realization set in that there is no bigger plan No one is watching down on us Or looking up We are just mildly intelligent primates inhabiting A nondescript rock That orbits a giant ball of gas and fire Amidst billions of similar celestial bodies In an infinitely large, silent universe that Doesn't seem to care one way or another What we do or say No, there will be no storybook endings No divine inspiration or love at first sight Just the deadly, or should I say lively Monotony of life Day in And day out Until we die There is just Life And Death Nothing else