Babel

 

Farewell to you

dreams of old,

I build my tower Babel


Whether built of stone

or built of straw

I build my tower Babel


Though reaching the stars

it reaches not far

I built my tower Babel


At once a temple

now a tomb

I destroyed my prison Babel


Greetings to you

dreams of old,

I ride among the stars


Still upon what

it matters not

I am happy among the stars




Date: probably senior in high school

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