The Number

In the distance,
Just out of reach,
Is the number.

Many questions,
Surround its meaning;
It is a mystery.

It is everywhere,
And nowhere,
All at once.

Chase, or ignore,
The decision is
In our hands.

For those that chase,
The pursuit will be
Arduous.

Only through virtue,
Will one find
The plateau.

Brutus is standing there,
But he is nothing more
Than a mirage.

Perhaps, the quest,
And the plateau
Are illusions too.

Maybe everything
Is an illusion;
Even you and I.

In the end,
We may never know,
What is real and what is imagined.

by Cody McCullough

 

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough
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12 thoughts on “The Number

    1. I’m glad you liked and commented on this poem. Not only is it one of my favorites, but it also relates to the “fnords” I’ve been leaving along the way….

  1. It’s interesting how you meet so many people that’s saying the same thing using different creative outlet. Some try to say it in a novel, some try to say it in an essay, some try to say it a song, some try to say it in a poem, some try to say it in a single word but no one can truly ever say it. We can only feel it and acknowledge it… Then we question it 🙂 Love your poems 🙂

    1. Thank you for your wonderful comment. Your observations are very true. It warms my heart to know that you love my poems.

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