The Hall of Fame (Original Poetry)

By Krisz Rokk | Quantum Poems | 19 Jun 2026

Ideas,
thoughts,
connecting the dots
has never been easy
when distracted by the noise
of a ticking clock.

I run.
I chase.
Until I notice
how dreams fade away
when you’re engaged
in finding the treasures
supposedly hidden in plain sight
decorating life’s maze.

Will you continue to participate
or will you turn inwards and create?

The milk thistle calls my name
I gaze at it
wondering
why I couldn’t tune into its vibe
when I danced with the sharks
gathering accolades.

I phase out
and back again.
A soft whisper
catches my attention
from the hall of fame:
Quiet the mind.
Disengage.
Let others figure out their way.
Remember why you came.

It’s been decades since I left the game
so I thought,
until I realized
there was a piece of code
hindering the upgrade.

The coliseum lids up
Another empire
battles, suffering, and pain
We’re always rotating,
mimicking the same-old-same.

The electromagnetic field
pinpoints the grids,
portals,
and gateways
Yet, there’s nowhere to run
nothing to escape
Unless you become still
and allow the heart’s vortex
to light up your eternal flame.