Dear person from Earth,
You are not naturally intrusive, barbaric; you do not unconsciously strive
to extirpate the Universe. It is not in your nature to mindlessly kill. Do not
let greed that is lurking around the corner lure you into not being human.
Be the greatest heliolatrist there ever was; love the earth and pray to the sea.
People who live by the dog-eat-dog rule are far more common than they
should be; a paradoxical group of people with rotten hearts and knife-like
tongues. Survival is their primary objective; art does not exist. They are
inchoate, only breathing, eating to exist, not finding pleasure in anything.
Cherish morals; eliminate envy. Find out your purpose of existing. Ride a
camel to Egypt. Swim in every ocean, see thirty-one sunsets in twenty days,
buy your mother a flower every day. Gratification and happiness should
be the only objective you have. Graduate from an Ivy League school, write a
poem about the universe, do nothing at all and everything at once. And don’t
not listen to anyone (me). You are a blank canvas and you shall paint yourself.
Your fellow Earthling
Ana M. Finžgar is a fifteen-year-old from the Mediterranean. This was her first serious attempt at poetry.