Worlds Away – POETRY CHURCH

Who doesn’t want to go
To another world
A world, worlds and half a world
Worlds away from this one?

I was ten years old
When the whole world sang to me
“We are the world”
I thought it was a stupid song
Because all I wanted from this world
Was a spaceship
That would take me to another world
Just one badass spaceship
Was that too much to ask?
But still,
A part of me believed them
Because it is futile
To argue with song

And so it is
We are the world

Sure,
We are the bastards
In every headline
Still killing children
That we choose not to see
But we are also the beauty
That we avoid
For fear that when we find it
We will discover
That we no longer belong

Let the beauty hold you
Let it love the hell out of you
You are the world
And you belong

About The Author

Matt Beard

Matt Beard is an artist most known for his paintings that portray hundreds of locations across the length of the entire California coastline. He spends weeks at a time alone in his van traveling the state and looking for new vistas upon which to plant his easel. All that time on the road has really messed with his head, and so he’s taken to writing poetry as a way to cope with his increasing anxiety about parking tickets or overnight camping violations.

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