Spinning Wheels

Nostalgia is a time machine,

Whisking us off

To a faraway past,

When we knew what it meant

      to dream.

Somewhat ironically (as it were),

Didn’t those vivid

Fantasies of our youths

Chart the courses that carried us

      into the present?

Icarus

Icarus

I

Beheld

A goddess;

An impassioned

Starlit dreamer with

Wonder in her smile

And doe-eyes shining sadly

As she stood upon trembling legs,

Heaving the world upon her shoulders.

I longed to help carry her weight

But she was the burning sun,

And drawing swiftly near,

I courted my doom

On failed wings, with

Nowhere to

Go but

Down.

Existentialism

Existentialism

Jaded cynics

Only notice

The miniscule world.

Starry-eyed dreamers

Embrace

The infinite universe.