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Your idealism burned your path and led you there. Your desire a burning scythe, Scorching and hacking anything you deemed pre-determined. Only a few tried to stop you. Only a few told you it was a foolish endeavour, But you wouldn't hear of it. Your ears filtered out contrary voices. Your mind bias to your thoughts of absolute free-will and its oxymoronic pursuit of a destiny. And so you left. Took off under your own power Leaving a contrail in your wake Stretching from an eternal West to an eternal East. A monochrome rainbow Befittingly lacking in palette as your tunnel vision allowed for only one colour, Not a mixture of hues and shades That colour a normal youthful existence. Although short and unfulfilled, Your brief sojourn on this world will be remembered. Your life's contrail will hang in the sky: A solitary mark on your life's canvas, A testimony, not to your Quixotic mission, But to the good that would have surely followed the eventual demise of your romantic notions of solving the world's problems.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
A Life's Contrail
Your idealism burned your path and led you there. Your desire a burning scythe, Scorching and hacking anything you deemed pre-determined. Only a few tried to stop you. Only a few told you it was a foolish endeavour, But you wouldn't hear of it. Your ears filtered out contrary voices. Your mind bias to your thoughts of absolute free-will and its oxymoronic pursuit of a destiny. And so you left. Took off under your own power Leaving a contrail in your wake Stretching from an eternal West to an eternal East. A monochrome rainbow Befittingly lacking in palette as your tunnel vision allowed for only one colour, Not a mixture of hues and shades That colour a normal youthful existence. Although short and unfulfilled, Your brief sojourn on this world will be remembered. Your life's contrail will hang in the sky: A solitary mark on your life's canvas, A testimony, not to your Quixotic mission, But to the good that would have surely followed the eventual demise of your romantic notions of solving the world's problems.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
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