Standards (Poem)

The stakes will always be high

While the time quickly passes by

We can think that we have it all

Until one, fateful day makes us fall

And then, what do we do?

Start again, clean, fresh, and new?

Yes

But no

Because where would you even think to go?

In order to rise, it takes work

It takes obedience

And passion

Stabbing harder than any use of a fork

We are not perfect

We are not supreme

We are not robots

Hardwired cars, gadgets, or machines

Only One can claim the title

The only One who's glory is vital

We can do this, that, back, and then some

But how if...

If existence was never allowed to come?

We have a place

A great place

Greater than any new discovery in space

But it's beyond just an ordinary spot

Not like a grocery store parking lot

It's a home

It is home

It's our home that stands alone

We can be there

We can rest there

We can live there

But...

How much do we really care?

The world strives to be a paradise

When we're breaking our backs just to suffice

Some rich laugh

They trash

They fake a gasp

As if they're so high class

Well, there's a slate

And it's cleanly wiped

Because He is in the picture

Day and night

And no man can ever reach His height