Existentialism Crisis: Venus and Mars
For a long time I've questioned the phrase
"Women are from Venus, while Men are from Mars".
As my science classes memory stands, Venus
is a ball of lava and eruptions,
while Mars is a planet destitute of life or warmth.
I began questioning whether that's why men
tell women "you're hot", while women tell men
"you're cool....."
My thoughts wandered further, and I began questioning
what mode of transport both sexes used to arrive on Earth,
and why they left their planets.
I doodled my theories so much, until they tied themselves
into knots, which created immature conclusions.
I began asking myself whether I was a Martian,
and maybe that’s why women perceive us men
as aliens without green skins or swim suits.
I searched for all the tins and metal sheets,
and began building a rocket in my backyard.
I chuckled in my heart as I joined the pieces together,
for I knew I needed a flame from Venus, to thrust me up
and away, to face the truth. My rocket also needed a co-pilot
who would use the sixth sense to guide me throughout the journey.
The co-pilot would be none other than my wife!
We would streak together like a shooting star in the night sky,
as a girl makes a wish to us, asking when she would visit Venus,
her roots……
Theme #2: Travelling to Mars
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