Discover A New Perspective
What is nothing,
But something?
What is knowledge,
But lies?
Truth hides in a lie,
Being firmly on the ground will help you fly.
Faith hides in non-belief
Smooth and uncaring,
Dreams whisper to us from underneath.
Come with me to lead you by the hand;
To see there was nothing to hold;
And to lead, there is no man.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
