There is nothing like,
a calm blue ocean,
to remind you of the difference,
of a red raging fire.
We are all beings,
of flesh, blood, and love.
But somewhere along the line,
our paths have diverged.
For you are like a shotgun,
inneffectually shooting for the stars,
whilst I hold a sniper,
and set my sights on one.
True, our efforts are the same,
we strive towards that same goal,
But where you and I call the end,
are miles and miles apart.
I suppose it is a blessing,
and I try not to look at you,
with disdain in my eyes,
But it cannot help but bleed through.
Because what you say is art,
I call merely a game,
What speaks of cosmic meaning,
is only a jumble of words.
It hurts my little heart,
because i seek magnificance,
so that I may be worthy of that title,
that you proudly hold it above your head.
I do not mean to stab or wound,
only voice my sigh.
The marvolous castle in my mind,
turned out to be nothing, but sand.
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