Thesis:


There's an easy way to disprove
that ignorance equals bliss:

                              Your eyes

were puzzles of space-time,
studied through conversations
fervent in their background noise-
where I looked for one single oddity
in what might have been the ordinary,

except it wasn't. Space-time
distorts around things of great

                                        gravity

and your light-consuming pupils
pulled me towards you. Complexity,
hidden in some unsuspecting darkness
that I was dragged into...
things I didn't understand
until I reach our event horizon

      and you and I are one.


(As for my thesis: what great Nothing would we have been
if I skyrocketed away
for fear of the unknown?)

Stuck in this hole,
With no way out.
I've dug to deep,
Now I just pout.

So I sit down and cry,
I start to give in.
Then I remember my choice
And I'm choosing to win.

So I stand up with pride,
And new found passion.
I start digging into the walls,
In a crazed like fashion.

I start to fill in the hole,
And see the light.
I make the final push,
With all my might.

Fortunately I'm free from my hole,
And finally on level ground.
Unfortunately, now all I can see,
Is Billions like me all around.

I'm still not special at all,
Not one single bit.
I need to start climbing up,
And I know it'll take a lot of grit.

As I climb higher,
And look down at where just stood.
I can see the hole I climbed out of,
And Billions who haven't climbed up, but should.

I look up,
And see only a few above me.
So I kept climbing on,
Feeling a greater sense of glee.

Finally I reach the top,
The peak of all that is known.
I walk over and take my seat,
My well deserved thrown.

Overwhelmed with joy,
I shout out my good will.
And what to my surprise,
I see my windowsill.

I sit up in bed,
Rubbing my eyes.
It was all but a dream,
Of what could arise.

It finally hit me,
That this was my fate.
I must never give up,
I must become great.

Greet with a smile,
bring sunshine to someone’s life
and be the source of joy.