Petrified

There are questions

There are standards

There are bright stars being extinguished

There are skies

There are seas

There are many things that I’ll never be

Opportunities racing past me

As I stumble through the paths I carve

Inexperienced, stubborn, yet to be determined

I am one of plenty

Seeing the world as it is

A rock full of vegetation and H2O

The ignorance of its inhabitants is apparent

Though a look into Medusa's Eye proves a disheartening point

That I am sadly no better than they

Too far in the future and deep in the past