I was inspired by member, Mcupobob's signature, and this thread, and I wrote a small poem that I thought I would share...
Freedom is hard.
Freedom is scary.
Allow me to direct your gaze,
to poor long sleeping Larry.
For it was Larry, you see,
that was sent here one day,
To aid in the Work,
of collecting those that had strayed.
But hear now the story of Larry The Brave,
a gentle reminder of with what the road to hell is paved (
For Larry, you see, is just like us all,
and when summoned, andiamo!
to the Illustrious Ball...
he didn't quite make it out of the hall,
before he was stunned with the Glamour of it all...
a pity that now deeply under the Lunar thrall,
it became easy to forget The Call.
But isn't that the point of it all?
That he fall into the Thrall of The Heavenly Graal...and join The Ball?
But I digress...
It is hard to fault Larry, he is just like us all,
summoned to Gaia by this invisible Call.
One might think that it is obvious to all ,
that to fall... is the fate of us all.
And indeed it is, that is why we have come,
to join the party and become comfortably numb.
But it is not in Our Nature to be permanently dumb,
it was never the plan to completely succumb.
For it is the true fate of Larry, and that of us all,
to pick up our mess and wind down the ball.
We all have an appointment, beyond the Moon's icy thrall,
To take what we have hard learned, and return to It All.
edit on 4-10-2011 by Frater210 because: .