Conscience

Looking at us
Chin up high, too high
With haughty smiles that say
I’m the king of the world
And beyond
Looking at him
Face as pale as the snow
Laying down
Youth shines from him
Now meaningless, now useless
It’s so sudden
It’s so cold
It’s a slap on our faces
We’re not kings of the world
We’re just a tiny part
And life goes on
Even when we are no more
The haughty smile disappears
When the truth appears
We are just another drop of sand
In the beach
And we are not invincible

-me
march 9, 2009

For Sergio