I want to be above the clouds,
Just to remember the world is circular.

People tell me that it’s flat.
A lie, hard work, worth nothing, no purpose,
But when I’m above the clouds I know that
Every guitar string plucked,
Every word inked,
Every phrase whispered and
Every laugh trickling like a stream
Is not worthless.
It is not without purpose.
It gives us something to exist for.

Just like the world exists in a twisting orb hanging in nothingness.
Hanging, suspended, floating,
In a sky eternally dark and glittering with winks of light,
It has no reason for being,
It simply is.

We should stop looking for reason where there is none.
We should be like the world, 3D and moving,
But simply existing. 

Published by Zoe Taylor