in the paradox

that is the universe

i envy the mindless atoms

i long to drift through time and space

without becoming self-aware

awareness leads to realization

and realization leads to sadness

and i think that i

have had enough sadness already

but then again

who am i to put a limit to emotions

who am i to play god like some cruel man

beating his fists to the sky with despair

i have not been given the right

to decree my own fate

and that is something i must swallow

without allowing it to linger on my tongue

because i have never been fond of bitterness

and yet i am not given a choice in

whether or not to taste it

i would like to meet a man named irony

and laugh at him someday

he is everywhere without even realizing it

like atoms