Thinker
poem • • 1 min
To heaven or to hell they ask,
My place? Only hell.
For I am a thinker,
And those, the only realms we dwell.
Challenging the notions of humanity itself,
Ideas of eons I heave.
Thoughts are easy to come by,
the truth behind them is what I seek.
For those are the ideals I stand upon,
as daunting or relentless as it may seem.