Not just any orange,
This orange was special.
It could destroy whole societies,
Conquer dream worlds and incite hope
Into lives of people who had lost all.
This orange was the answer to all the
Problems that mankind ever faced.
But no one knew. No one knew it existed.
There was no one alive that had any knowledge
Of this wonderous citrus or its inner workings,
And how would they? One simple orange on a tree,
Completely unassuming to the eye. smooth to the touch,
As any other orange would be.
Produced the same scent as any regular orange.
If someone had cut it open and eaten it,
It would have tasted just fine.
Its true potential could only have been reached
If someone could have noticed
If it had been thrown at the head of a tyrannical dictator
And become a symbol for a rebellion
If someone had used it to feed a starving child
And fueled that child’s taste for revenge on whatever force made him hungry.
But no one ever did.
No one ever paid any attention to that orange.
That glorious fruit.
That single revolutionary sphere.
So it died.
It shriveled and shrunk and sank.
Into the ground.
Into the soil.
Into the soul of the earth.
In hopes that one day,
The earth would once again produce another such exceptional form of life.
And this time,
Someone would notice.
a poem i wrote to show people that if you don’t use yourself to your full potential, you might as well just stay at home. a mind is a terrible thing to waste.