This was written on a school trip, when I was tired of
everything even remotely related to the human race.


Moving, changing endlessly,
the music of the spheres
echoes loud inside my mind
without ever reaching my ears.

I could go now, leave it all
and plunge into the sky.
Swim far beyond humanity,
beyond the sight of eyes.

The beauty beckons, twinkling,
daring me to run away.
What binds me to this mortal flesh?
Why not just leave, why stay?

But I'm drawn back, because there's still
some joy left in this world,
waiting for me to look again
beyond numbers and words.

The music's quiet, but it's there,
still playing in my head,
waiting for my soul to be tired.
Waiting for my body to be dead.