If I should someday fall from the sky
Or hit my a head a little too hard
Or any other event that causes me to die.
I wonder what fate awaits my soul so charred.
If energy can neither be created nor
Destroyed, then where does it go,
The energy that shifts and soars
From the world to me and to and fro
Will my soul open eyes to an afterlife?
Will my light echo through space and
Time like a fallen star felled by some strife?
What rest awaits our souls so burdened?
As you can see this is the best poem
Because it returns to that age old question
Picked at by philosophy, science, and religion.
Yes, indeed, it’s better than the rest of them.
Green is My Favorite Color
According to those who know me,
I am a purple person through and through;
However, I must profess the falsity of this.
When I was much shorter, perhaps three,
I was adamantly infatuated with blue;
However, this was not the permanent case.
When I told my older sister I found blue pretty,
She told me that was her favorite color too!
The only thing is, she refused to share her bias.
She told me to change the color I found pleasing,
So I asked her if green was another taboo
(Because green was made from blue, wasn't it)?
She said green wasn't blue, and no longer disagreed
I constantly said that I loved green through and through,
Until one day it ended up being true.
Green is my favorite color to this day exactly.
This memory is the one that taught me to view
My little sleep as more than it is, and (sometimes) it works.