I need a glass of water

I'm envious of the poets who post here,
A sign that my ego still holds me.
I wonder now if their poems were spontaneous
Or if they were written very closely.

It matters not,
Art is art.
Incredible imagery is worth it's part.

I wish for this site to blow up into popularity
And I wish this for reasons unselfish.
I want all to have a chance to breathe
The artistic spirit that is in us free'd
By a planet embracing eternity.

What a great journey this is
All of us, starting as kids.
We grew up, or so we thought
Until we realized we were still lost.

Now minds are waking up
To the feeling of bliss within our touch.

What will it take for us to reach the stars?
Do we want to wake up?
I mean, we've come so far
So far in illusion that it is all we know.
From where in here can we possibly go?
An ultimate truth
When will it show?

Or perhaps there is no ultimate
And all simply is as is
A dreamworld for us to explore
From now til the end of this.

Emanuel Caparelli