There are only two kinds of people
Taking strides on this earth.

Those who spend
Most of their lives
With their thoughts anchored by gravity,
Their heads so heavy they bend to the soil,
Concerning themselves only with
What will happen
When their conscious mind
Ceases to exist
And their body joins the earth
They are so preoccupied with being under

And those who turn their eyes skyward,
Eyes alight with a thousand questions
About who they are
Why they’re here
And where they belong.
They spend their days searching for answers
They are too scared to find.
They stare up and realize
That they will never understand
And that in itself gives them comfort in their
Tiny little existence.