Become God
There was a time, few weeks ago,
When young girl asked me things like these -
What is our life and what's its purpose?
What are the reasons we exist?
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The fire crackled and night was down.
The camping site was full of laughs.
Our looks were up in hopes this August
Will show rocks that flew through skies.
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So, maybe air or star gazing
Made us to think about sand.
How small we are, how lives are fading.
Humility, with stars at hand.
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The answers rushed from all directions.
All grown ups seemed so wise.
Socrates, Dante, Quantum physics
Were called to help us in a tie.
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It took the years of 'sits and searches'
To fill our brains and our hearts.
How to expect from wings not stretched yet,
To fly and dive, absorb all facts?
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As usual, the truth is simple.
They made it harder to a fault.
We are the Gods, well, quite not yet.
Become a God - that's our goal !
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It will take time and incarnations.
Experience and hardest work.
To have the Ups and to have Downs.
To criss-cross good and criss-cross bad.
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To burn and kill, revive and heal
Yourself or someone, it's your choice.
To learn and fall, to rise, get wise.
To lose and win, to love and feel.
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The list can go on, we know.
This life was chosen to level up.
The Gods can not be dumb or shallow.
Do all your best and go up!
Copyright © Russell Grushco | Year Posted 2016
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