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The world is a cruel thing isn’t it? Or rather, mankind seems to be particularly brutal and savage especially on one specific thing: interpretations. As I have come to understand, ones work could either be open for interpretations or someone could so viciously tell one in a smug tone that the piece can only mean one thing and therefore can only be interpreted as this one single thing. The poem I wrote below these rambling words (that let’s face it, even I don’t even quite know where this is all coming from), unintentionally has three meanings behind it, but it may also be open foranalyzing.
Looking up at my ceiling,
I see my stars,
For when travesty strikes,
And wealth runs dry
I know my stars light reaches me and warms me up on crisp autum nights,
In the truest sense,
Filling me up,
In my whole,
Not a fraction left unshining,
Though by physical means,
I am left to be quite ordinary.
But my darling take a walk with me and don't see me through logics eye,
Look through mine,
Windows to a beacon of the purest form of life and light,
A glimpse into the suns.
Remember my dear,
The light in which you can see in,
Is only lighted by a single sun, a single beacon,
And what appears to be dark,
without a safehouse for miles around...
Just look around,
Look for my stars,
And let them show you,
Just how awe-inspiring,
Just how breathtaking,
Just how beautiful you really are.
Ah, I know, this isn't my best work at all and the figurative language is pretty weak if you ask me....