Neither could ever quite admit they could be in the wrong
So the humans decided to do what they do best
Enjoy what it is they think they know
And block out all the rest
The Mist blinds their simple eye
They never could look deep
They take whatever reality they like
And form them into ideas to keep
Maybe if they weren't so stubborn
Admit to what they don't know
They could reach the 600th floor
And watch their legends grow
I guess you could say
They don't have a clue
Maybe it's better that way
If they did,
Who knows what damage they'd do?
Gillian-
ReplyDeleteWritten like a true demigod! If I ever go to New York, I will surely ask the bellhop to take me to the 600th floor!
I really like your rhymes and the concept. The Percy Jackson series also has given brainwaves for poems and stories. Awesome job!