The Glory Of The Stars
I am not stupid.
I know things are hard.
I know we clash most of the time,
And that a feeling of grace
Is a seldom thing,
And that the meeting of just two minds
Amongst the millions
Is a rare and beautiful occasion;
Yet we ought not to stop reaching
For this connection,
For the simple love of the simple thing.
We ought to learn to love one another,
To learn from one another,
To blend with one another
On this planet of whispers and lies—
Until we can move into space
And get the fuck away from each other.