James Joseph: Personal Choice (3) Echoes Poem

This was a poem I had written within the past year, and is something that I think would fit perfectly for this class:

Echoes
I am but an echo
Forever floating through time
Floating, floating, floating
Waiting for a reply

I float amongst the rooftops
Resounding out loud
Only to soon discover
I'm reaching an empty crowd

I float through the empty caves
Passing by deaf ears
I find I'm like the waves
Waiting for years and years

I am but an echo
Forever floating though time
Floating, floating, floating
Waiting for a reply

I wash upon the shores
Each time looking anew
A chance that one might notice
What I'm going through

I recede back to the waters
Disheartened by what I see
Hoping that tomorrow
Might hold what I want desperately

I am but an echo
Forever floating through time
Floating, floating, floating…
Waiting for some reply

I float through the forests
Hoping to find some friends
Only to be knocked back
To that somehow bitter end

I float above the mountains
Soaring through the clouds
Finding new hope and strength
Of what I know can be found

I am now an echo
Forever soaring through time
Soaring, soaring, soaring!
Knowing of a reply


I soar through the sky
Invigorated by the light I've found
Knowing that where I am now
No one can pull me down!

I float back down to earth
Coming from that emotional high
Finding that what I felt
Was little more than a lie

I am yet an echo
Forever floating through time
Floating, floating, floating..
Waiting for that reply

I float through the darkness
Swallowed by my despair
Looking, wandering, fighting
For my life, the unfair

I fall at the graveyard
I hear him call my name
And as Death collects my soul
I being to wonder: Who's to blame?


We all live, we all die
We all look for a way by
We have ups and downs, twists and turns
A path that leads to what we learn

I was but an echo
Forever floating through time
Floating, floating, floating
'Till the day that I died…

This poem was written based on the stages I know we as humans go through in life. We feel like we need more, then we get a glimpse of what perfection may be like, only to get stomped on by reality. At the end of the day, we all know how important and unimportant our lives are. We, as individuals, are merely a spec on the history and entirety of this great Earth. After taking this class, I feel this poem was written more out of a search for the sacred, a selfish search to find something that would make me feel more important. The stark reality is, however, that no matter how important we are to those around us today, we will be not but a spec on the great timeline of this planet. We search, we scavenge, and we fight for our purpose in life: The sacred is there to guide us to our self-perpetuating goals in life.