It’s natural for all of earth’s creatures
To see their own survival as the most
Important thing to aim for that there is,
And when we die, to live on as a ghost.
The will to live is floating round the host
Of stars and planets, binding each to each,
And still it gives us light and life, opposed
To stagnation, supporting us to reach
For higher heights, from first crawl on the beach
To legs and fingers, thinkers on the shores
Looking beyond the ocean and the coast,
And wondering just how far they can reach.
The stars wink, as if giving their applause
For selfish dreams that place us uppermost.
Sun 3 June 2007
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