The Owl of Insignificance
The Owl of Insignificance
It happened on the eve of May
From a dream awoken so tense
As the pounding of his lonely heart
Brought rhythmic relief to the silence
As he listened to the beating thoughts
Ideas began to make sense
So he pondered puzzle pieces
All the what’s and why’s of whence
But some things don’t have answers
So he laid there in suspense
And wished that he could somehow find
That piece of evidence
The sign that he could matter somehow
In a universe that’s so immense
Or that he was just a victim
In a life of circumstance
A slave to the tomorrows
Of all the don’ts and can'ts
Carved on the martyr’s tombstones
By social sycophants
So long he lay there thinking thoughts
That came with no relents
Every aspect of existence
And all of its extents
Until he finally had the thought
Maybe I’m to dense
Maybe all the what’s and why’s
Are of no consequence
So he sat there in the silence
Freed his mind of raves and rants
When from outside of the window
He then heard a voice commence
The words rang out with wisdom
Who who who the echoing chants
So he let the word consume him
And at once it all made sense
That who is all that matters
Who one represents
From whom they seek forgiveness
For who a soul repents
Then he felt a loving presence
Come relieve his discontents
And as he looked beyond the shadows
Of his dying false pretense
He realized the value
of his insignificance
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Copyright © Jeremy Siedlecki | Year Posted 2011
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