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