Weird Fish Are Flying Because We Die

by Randall   Mar 20, 2016


What is the point of living in boxes?
Of creating nothing, not even hope?
What is the point of a well worded poem,
Or a beautiful song or a well-written book?
What is the point of beautiful women
Dressed in their robes, caressing my face?
Why do we need sun to rise like it does
And to die like it does?
What is the point of a full moon?
What is so nice about a cup of tea,
Or a bowl of soup or knowing your history?
What is the point of Martin Luther King Jr
And fighting for peace?
What is the point of beaches and mountains,
And water and stone?
What is the point of animals and weird fish flying
Through the air, defying all laws both in physics and in nature?
What is the point of you and me?
What is the point of Trump and Sanders watching cool birds surfing the waves on Hawaiian shores?

Why do I spend two minutes reading this?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Shruti

    A unique title!
    And the first line is my favourite.
    "What is the point...?"
    I'm sure this question comes to everyone's mind once in a while. Like why do we do all those things when we all will eventualy cease to exist one day..?
    Well and interesting.
    Reading this, and your other poem, I really want to read more from you.
    Keep writing. :)
    ~S

  • 8 years ago

    by The Po whet

    "Weird fish are flying because we die",that title made me curious to read this poem. It's weird that no one has rated it yet. I give it 5/5 because, it reflects the questions we ask ourselves on a daily basis. What is the essence of this or that in life. The truth is, no one knows, it's still all weird.

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