Cassandra Lives

I can still remember

The World

When it was full of possibility.

It seemed frozen

The wheel stuck,

Awaiting my arrival

Or so it seemed to me.

 

I fancied I would be

The keeper of its history,

The discoverer of its treasures,

The inventor of its tomorrows.

 

My hubris, thus,

Dared to mock The World.

My punishment came

In the form of a curse

To live as Cassandra was

To see such truths

Destined to be ignored.

Reviews

[Words of Wisdumb]

I feel sad for the children who never got to think they were going to amaze the world, and happy for the people who adjusted well to mediocrity once they realized they would not. Good Job!

[John the Baptist]

Yes, we all think we're special. Then, if we are fortunate, reality sets in.

[Hannah Erickson]

Exactly. I like to think most people grow out of it. There seem to be differences across cultures too. Some are more individualistic than others.