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The Tale We All Must Live
By Ian G. Clifton
December 14th, 2000
Almost no light brightens this room,
Still, there is no sadness or gloom,
Just a gentle purpose at hand,
For I don't live on this land.
My duty is to tell of elsewhere,
To spread thinking and make your mind tear.
You see, I have been all around,
But nowhere is more strange than this world I've found.
It is a crazy place called Earth,
Where weird objects have worth.
The flesh of a tree is called money.
Someone you fought yesterday you call honey.
Most conversations are made of small talk.
A cartoon rabbit says, "What's up doc?"
And there are goofy creatures smaller than you can see.
Once lived beasts a hundred times the size of me.
Though their brains were indeed small.
I guess we're smarter than them all.
But some humans aren't too bright.
They try to settle things through tests of might.
That isn't the most bizarre thing by far.
You want to know what the peculiar things are?
All these people are so unique,
In the way they move and speak,
But even more strange than that,
More strange than why some are skinny, some are fat,
Is that from the very instant of your birth,
You have a gift and a purpose on this Earth.