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
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