Genesis 5.24

Published March 20nd, 2013

You tried to leave the stratosphere
Strapped inside your shoddy rocket
To land among the stars
And stuff them all inside your pocket

So that if you ever face opposition
They can never rain on your parade
For you have several secret star grenades
Saved to destroy all rainy days

Cause you were told as a little kid
Fame and fortune define who you are;
You’ve got to shoot for the moon
And pluck each twinkling little star.

Otherwise you’re a failure
In the eyes of the world that surrounds.
You’ve got the power to succeed
And blast your rocket off the ground.

But you’ve run out of rocket fuel
And are now plummeting back to Earth.
You couldn’t accomplish anything
And now wonder what your life was worth.

Enoch is the definition of success
Yet he had no fame or fortune acquired.
Enoch never even experienced death
For he had done all that was required:

He walked with God.

Haiku #6 || Feudal Florida
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