The mischief minds of men,
Haunted by their thoughts and ideas;
stuck in their ambitions,
And the search for perfection.
This utopia they seek,
Is nothing more than a shadow;
Comprehensible by the eye,
But unreachable for the soul.
Nevertheless the mind pushes on,
The trail getting ever so long;
It is here we are lost,
It is here we will die.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
The mischief minds of men,
Haunted by their thoughts and ideas;
stuck in their ambitions,
And the search for perfection.
This utopia they seek,
Is nothing more than a shadow;
Comprehensible by the eye,
But unreachable for the soul.
Nevertheless the mind pushes on,
The trail getting ever so long;
It is here we are lost,
It is here we will die.
