Thursday, November 13, 2025

poem

 The Egotist

Yes I can seem uncaring

Distant 

Emotionally unavailable

But look at the bright side

I’m undiscovered country,

A clearing in a boreal forest

Where you can finally see the stars

Sure, the starlight is old and coming

From very very far way

And most of them are actually dead

By the time a single twinkle gets here

But, my god, what a scene!

All you have to do is look up

Is this enough light now?

Will you be able to find your way home?

Just kidding, the canopy is thick

And darkness surrounds us 

All you can see are flashes of wolf eyes  

Circling closer and closer.

If you don’t want to get lost

Stay right here and I’ll show you a trick—

When morning comes

The sun doesn’t rise


11/13/25

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