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Lost and Found in the Middle of Paradise
Prose Poetry
Oh, did you think you’d be able to find peace so easily? Look around, look around — this is the place you found to be your hideaway from the world.
Oh, did you think you’d be destined for an easy life? Life’s not fair, they say, but maybe you’d laugh in the face of a person who told you that. You can think you have found the perfect space — and then it’ll be blown up like smoke after an explosion.
Oh, did you think someone would come to save you? Not ‘round these parts, I’m afraid. Soon enough we’ll traverse the stars and leave behind this dying little planet. It’s only a matter of time, no?
Oh, did you want the changes to come slow, like honey or molasses? Saving the world never gets easy. We’re always running away from our own extinction. Someday, there will be no more room left for us. And then where will we be? Only a few of us will have the chance to live and see a supernova.
Oh, did you want to wander a bit more down this path of doom? Go ahead, if you dare — but I won’t be following you very far. I’d rather enjoy myself before death comes knocking. But you? Maybe you have more strength to see the end when it does come.
Oh, you think me too pessimistic? Perhaps, perhaps. There may be glimmers of hope yet on the horizon…
