Gold and Bones

Time is just a tool for me
to screw myself into the ground
Manufactured from
the gold and bones
inside our dying world
Life is like a tool for me
to lift myself into a cloud
Build a ladder tall enough
to touch a star and burn it out

I wonder if humanity
is fashioned to the will of god
I wonder if reality
is something we've been dreaming of

Author's Note

I decided to repost

Reviews

[Mari' Emeraude]

Ooh this is very thought provoking. I had to read it a few times!! Great job

[Moonie]

This remindes me of the concept of Atonement. Humans are blessed with superb talent, they are sculpted in the shape of the Lord, and are capable of colossal achievements. What we dream becomes real, and what is real, is still locked in a dream.

[MomzillaNC]

Your own foray into existentialism.

[Zakari Schmidt]

Something I seem to do all too often, haha. Thank you for taking the time to read and review :)

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Faraway Sado]

This is beautiful. It is the sort of thing one would find in an inspirational quotes book. It is really superb. Very Very Inspiring and straight to the point. The choice of words is also wonderful. I really love the compositons in which writers use very selected few words and create a very strong impression.

[Zakari Schmidt]

Thanks for the wonderful reviews and kind words, they mean a lot to me. This is actually one of my early poems I'm still very proud of