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Jul 13, 2010
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The Voice You Will Remember
"Look at me", they shout,
"look at me,
look how wonderful I am
compared to you!"
But they are nothing,
less than insect defecation
stuck to grimy windows
sweltering in useless heat
"I am here", they shriek,
"I am here,
look how much I matter,
so much more than you!"
But they are insignificance,
as tiny as the lives they lead
pathetic amongst the throngs
they so desparately
try to rise above.
"I am wonderful," they scream,
"I am wonderful,
so much more unique than you!"
but they are only drones,
mindless, ego-driven to believe
that they are special,
instead of just another carbon copy
in the crowds
they will not ever stand out from.
"I am superior," they yell,
"I am the chosen one,
my life is worth more,
my time on Earth's important,
so much more than yours!"
Yet who will you remember in the end:
the din of those denying
the pointless failures of their lives,
or this lone voice quietly denying
the self-righteous certainty
of their significance?
"look at me,
look how wonderful I am
compared to you!"
But they are nothing,
less than insect defecation
stuck to grimy windows
sweltering in useless heat
"I am here", they shriek,
"I am here,
look how much I matter,
so much more than you!"
But they are insignificance,
as tiny as the lives they lead
pathetic amongst the throngs
they so desparately
try to rise above.
"I am wonderful," they scream,
"I am wonderful,
so much more unique than you!"
but they are only drones,
mindless, ego-driven to believe
that they are special,
instead of just another carbon copy
in the crowds
they will not ever stand out from.
"I am superior," they yell,
"I am the chosen one,
my life is worth more,
my time on Earth's important,
so much more than yours!"
Yet who will you remember in the end:
the din of those denying
the pointless failures of their lives,
or this lone voice quietly denying
the self-righteous certainty
of their significance?
— Race_9togo, Jul 13, 2010
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Critiques
xena465
16 years ago
The Voice of authenticity
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Um....
xena465
16 years ago
That's good to hear
Kailashana
16 years ago
Fear.To admit insignificance
magics02
16 years ago
Really nice one race!!
Race_9togo
16 years ago
LOL
magics02
16 years ago
You inspired me tonite so much Race
Race_9togo
16 years ago
You have made me smile, Mona,
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Anna,
Kailashana
16 years ago
Thank you Jim, for this a
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Thanks Anna,
greeneyes
16 years ago
Spotlight worthy!
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Thanks Greeneyes,
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Jim
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Hey thanks Jayne,
Candlewitch
16 years ago
Dear Jim
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Thank you Cat
Kailashana
16 years ago
Sometimes, (the 100th monkey
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Monkey Theory 101: Spotlight Retention Techniques...
Kailashana
16 years ago
So is insignificance…Ya
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Anna,
Kailashana
16 years ago
“There is a kind of
Tonya Greenlee
16 years ago
A gem, Jim
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Thanks Tonya
Lil Z
16 years ago
Hello Jim!
Race_9togo
16 years ago
Thanks Z
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