Discover A New Perspective
Stop. What is it you know?
Are you in the spotlight, or in the flow
Do you love or hate, smile or frown?
Do you say the blue sky is shit brown?
Do you see me or do I see you,
Only you can know the truth
And only we can see your lie:
you are not afraid to die.
But fear not my false prophet,
for if you fear death's pains, remember
You cannot say the sound of the rain.
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
