Like the crescent moon
A smile too will fade away
Into the ever reaching abyss.
Billions of white dots span
The back canvas, and the closest
One spends half of our lives
Trying to hide them from us.
Or maybe, to hide us from them.
Billions of eyes constantly scanning
The cosmos, searching for our life,
For the consciousness of existence
While our watchful eye holds us close,
Embracing the mind of the universe.
And yet maybe not a case of greed
Or protection. A case of unconsciousness
In a subconscious life. And we
Are all thinking, or trying to think,
Of why we are not allowed to not think.
Why we are not allowed the simplistic
Joy of looking without trying
To find anything. Perhaps that is why
The abyss is forever reaching
And a smile can fade away
Like the crescent moon.
Edit the description to add:
- Historical context: the work's place in history, how it was received
- A summary of the work's overall themes (example: "Here, Byron evokes the classic struggle between virtue and temptation...")
- A description of the work's overall style and tone