Immortal
Freshly born, you are unaware of the long spool of life that is given to you How a hundred years is but a day to you and your ageless form You laugh and play with your kind, spending a golden childhood in the safety of ignorance Life is sweeter when you know nothing, drunken on the dregs of storks and gods and magic You have to pass a test, the elders of the higher realms command you, pointing below To rule this realm you must understand its sorrows, they say in voices of jewels Stepping onto Earth is like stepping into a residual puddle with no shoes You wrinkle your nose as the fumes of mortality seize your nostrils and tickle your eyes But you are most aware of the spinning of the stars, the whirl of the planets above you They dance so fast, these ethereal plates you used to skip stones with as a child Life moves like usual, life is but an extension of your time in the golden bubble But it's like a roar of noise, a cacophony of laughs and screams and cries of deli