There is no such thing as darkness without purpose.
Faces walk through the night like keys opening forgotten doors to
ancient answers. They never speak, and yet,
our dreams read their souls like open books,
only to forget the truths when we awaken from slumber,
wisdom tight-lipped before the foolishness of the everyday.
My mind has become a candle walking through the depths of
inner reason, burning with the flame of undiscovered meaning as we all
circle the galactic center silently. We read the book from cover to cover,
only to find that the end is also the beginning. As adults,
we learn not to trust anyone who is of this corrupt world,
and yet, they are our kin, and the similarities between us all
are at best unsettling. The darkness of humanity has become
vast and threatening skyscrapers of technological intellect without
peace. There are blank stares that open up the night sky, as if
the heavens wept bitterly.
Copyright (c) 2006, All Rights Reserved
Faces walk through the night like keys opening forgotten doors to
ancient answers. They never speak, and yet,
our dreams read their souls like open books,
only to forget the truths when we awaken from slumber,
wisdom tight-lipped before the foolishness of the everyday.
My mind has become a candle walking through the depths of
inner reason, burning with the flame of undiscovered meaning as we all
circle the galactic center silently. We read the book from cover to cover,
only to find that the end is also the beginning. As adults,
we learn not to trust anyone who is of this corrupt world,
and yet, they are our kin, and the similarities between us all
are at best unsettling. The darkness of humanity has become
vast and threatening skyscrapers of technological intellect without
peace. There are blank stares that open up the night sky, as if
the heavens wept bitterly.
Copyright (c) 2006, All Rights Reserved
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