The Curse of Optimism (or Why Do We Try?)

Why are we bedazzled by our own destructive rites?

Drawn to them as moths to suburban lights?

Why do we toy with mortality’s blind hand,

As a curious child pokes at the crab in the sand?

Why are we cursed by ambition’s hollow rush,

As a snail dreams of flying until lifted by a thrush?

Because we are human and because we are frail,

And because, for reasons unfathomable,

We know that, though we might fail,

We might achieve things unimaginable.


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