Holding out for some lost
star that once held light,
yet nothing mattered. Life
kept moving on without care
for my hopes and dreams.
Never easing, never drifting,
never giving an inch.
There is sorrow in works
undone, things unsaid,
life passed by unkindled.
#poem
#poetry

Tomorrow speaks sweet
Words of nothing
Yet to be, only what can
And nothing more.
There is a limit
An upper boundary
Where the universe breaks,
And not even dreams sing.
Give into time
The fight will just take
And win you nothing.

Remember the hobbit!

Faceless and nameless
some byzantine order
directs our fate.
They claim to help
as they steal
from our pockets.
Then, when we call,
when we need it most,
they play a game
which torments us more.
Denied once again
rest in peace.

You are enough♥️

Webb and Hubble's Views of Spiral Galaxy NGC 1566

“One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.”
-Plato

I've been thinking about this poem by Langston Hughes recently and although it was published in 1931, it remains relevant as ever.

#books #reading #booksky #poetry

Let us abandon these lies
meant to cut apart
all we hold dear. Be gone hate.

If you ever get lost in the Milky Way galaxy, here is a map.