How one might have stared into the nighttime sky
and built beliefs of outright lies;
it surely seemed so harmless at the time,
to play in mind amongst those disparate orbs of light
and then pass it on in tales to others;
to hence forge with fantasy
a celestial set of trails to guide one’s way
back home.
But those times of innocence have come and gone
when we only used those images as guides
to just on the mundane map
some particular place so find;
now I find we’re all but lost in the images themselves;
what once merely served a function in the sky
to lead us to sought places on the ground
we now have henceforth unctioned with
eternal life.
The images themselves, you see,
we’ve kept the map to lead us towards
the mere images themselves,
no longer caring for the places on the ground
we’d see them from;
just to believe that object in the sky is there,
and always there just for your eyes
is now why we feel those maps were made;
that we might keep our destinies up high,
unreachable,
down low we have but bide our time
with stories of those paths
not travelled.
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__________________ the Justifications:
Do we move only 'cause we need to move, and hense should state all the rest -the justifications- as mere pretense?
