Wednesday 26 October 2011

Unseen

It kills me to know
I won't hear every song
when one unheard could make me feel so strong.

It kills me to know
I won't read every book
when one unread could offer the advice I never took.

It kills me to know
I won't view every piece of art
when one unseen could glisten inside my heart.

It kills me to know
I won't visit every inch of this Earth
when so much untouched beauty cannot prove its worth.

It kills me to know
I won't know every person here
when I may not meet that one who I will hold the most dear.

It kills me to know
I won't get to stand on ever star
when they all look so consummately bright from afar.

It kills me to know
I am just a tiny speck on the floor
when (it kills me to know), I'll never be anything more.

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