To one side of him, lies the feeding grounds,
To the other side, the flock marches on.
The cold polar winds wail with hollow sounds,
“The sun now rises, how long ‘til it’s gone?”
At what point does dusk come? How far past dawn?
Do you give in to pleasure, sleep and feed?
Conform to the flock, an average John-
Limit yourself, just to survive and breed?
I guess to some, that’s all you really need.
I’m with the penguin; it’s better to thrive,
To strive for the peaks, follow your own creed-
For life is to LIVE, not just to survive!
Five-thousand miles to go, certain to die,
He does not pause, does not waver- But why?
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
To one side of him, lies the feeding grounds,
To the other side, the flock marches on.
The cold polar winds wail with hollow sounds,
“The sun now rises, how long ‘til it’s gone?”
At what point does dusk come? How far past dawn?
Do you give in to pleasure, sleep and feed?
Conform to the flock, an average John-
Limit yourself, just to survive and breed?
I guess to some, that’s all you really need.
I’m with the penguin; it’s better to thrive,
To strive for the peaks, follow your own creed-
For life is to LIVE, not just to survive!
Five-thousand miles to go, certain to die,
He does not pause, does not waver- But why?
Idk if you've seen the internet meme, but I think it's pretty cool. To charge headfirst into certain death, despite fleeting pleasures and societal norms. It is better to die living, than to live dead. It's not nihilism, it's faith.
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