Sudden, quiet eyes--
Darting, Shifting, So Constantly Moving.
Hollow, dark shining circles in the sea,
Yet, behind such a cold exterior,
Compassion and intelligence lies.
Swimming briskly through their world,
Brilliant whispers call into the sea,
Searching for answers
To questions that are misunderstood.
What vanity, what conceit
We have as mortal human beings
To assume this world is ours--
That we may do with it as we please.
Every lifetime will see a crossroads--
Every life see a decision to be made--
For this lifetime, our question is this...
What world are we leaving
For our children to see--
Or are we leaving any world
at all?
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