Ode To Life
Ode to Life
And the soft song plays in the ears of all, that the phantom sound is clear. Like the golden-crowned
sparrow in the depth of fall, the melody rings in heavenly halls, the song: Forever
And God looked upon us with a pitying glance, for he had forever to spare, while men
toiled through their purposeless endeavor, never aware of his Godly thought: Forever
But in their depth of agony, they can only sense- the doom of the scent so ominous,
the smell of death is near, his marching song, his mare. He charges on. Is death not Forever?
Still, we lie in the bed of destiny, blind idiots we are, ripped into living, teared
apart, glued together, gifted pain and glory, is that the solemn song of Forever?
We collect jubilations to better our existence. We withdraw from pain, perpetual
resistance. Revolutionaries against destiny, and the terrors of Forever.
And if my name ‘joy’, meant anything at all, perhaps it brings me certainty that I shall
live in the tune of the golden-crowned sparrow, not tomorrow, but certainly forever.
Copyright © Xinyue Zhang | Year Posted 2021
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