Immortal, Mortal Thoughts

A woman in a green embroidered robe with long white hair facing a woman in leather armor holding a wooden staff in a forest clearing

*Ding* sounds the opening elevator doors

Exiting, my onyx platform shoes sound as they tap on the floors

The bass of the music is felt like the throbbing of the hearts walls

Getting louder and louder, as I walk the narrow halls

At the entrance, I see bartenders surrounded by thirsty vampires

I would engage but my thirst has been quenched and has no such desires

The room is lite with crimson and black 

The DJ is mixing Bille’s CHIHIRO with EDM tracks

The people are vibin’

Not too crowded but more are making their way within

Then I realize

I can’t help but analyze

The loner trying to make a connection

The extrovert going in every direction

The ones trying to relieve the stress

Of work and lifes’ mess

Those engaging in celebrations

Of their lifes’ special occasions

I realize, at this moment, I have no such relations

Is it because I’m older

I think, as I glance over

at the much older, edgy couple, over my shoulder

Nawl, I say to myself, shaking my head, looking over

To the younger group celebrating someone’s birth

Their faces ALL filled with mirth

I wonder is this all to look forward to on earth

As I grin then frown like Kanye

Is this why today’s people are not okay

Willing to go to extreme measures to escape decay

Because they don’t want to miss

The thrill of living, such bliss

So, they want to become immortal

I cover my mouth, at this thought, as I began to chortle

Not in the biblical sense

But in the living in THIS life sense,

I think, in my defense

Maybe my thoughts are getting too intense

But wouldn’t doing these things, receptively, get boring

Doesn’t seem like it would be alluring

Even if able to be forever young and start new families and friendships

It will be a repeat of personalities, experiencing the same human trips

Making the immortal be in positions of lifelong leaderships

That still gets old, right? 

Constantly navigating humans through life, making sure they are alright

Their humans, eventually, go to the realm the immortal worked so hard to avoid facing

My brain can’t stop racing

I ease my way to the door

I can’t take this scene anymore 

Hope y’all like this poem

-PJ <3

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