Polaris—
the North Star—guides navigators.
The Earth drifts toward it in silent gratitude.
Gold may lose its lustre,
silver may still shine,
yet the dark sky finds its meaning in Polaris.
I am drawn to the
North Star—
not for boon, power, strength, or acquaintance,
but to know how it feels
to remain powerful for twenty-six thousand years,
standing firm in one place,
watching restless immortals
from a height no one else can reach.
Is it consumed by
power,
or afraid of being replaced?
It smiles and
replies,
“These are your figments of imagination.
I am duty-bound to serve the lost.
Generations come and go,
yet nothing has moved me from my path.
In this spiral
universe,
where every entity follows its orbit,
I remain unshaken
and witness instability.”
No power is greater than willpower.
Mortal beings, unaware of their own strength,
cross others’ orbits—
and through comparison and envy,
distance themselves
from their dreams and aspirations.
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