When every day
And every night
Are spent observing an internal fight
When no one thought
Is strong enough
To stand the ground
On which it fought
Ideas without traction
Easily dismissed
Slip from the mind
Into an abyss
And this group of beliefs
This mindful mass
Is then replaced
By a blank canvas
And is there peace
In this nothingness?
Or do we find fear
Where we expected bliss?
It's amusing perhaps
To spend a life
Forgetting wrong lessons
Learned in strife
But one thing is certain
In the quest for hope
It's the struggle my friend
That will teach us to cope.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
When every day
And every night
Are spent observing an internal fight
When no one thought
Is strong enough
To stand the ground
On which it fought
Ideas without traction
Easily dismissed
Slip from the mind
Into an abyss
And this group of beliefs
This mindful mass
Is then replaced
By a blank canvas
And is there peace
In this nothingness?
Or do we find fear
Where we expected bliss?
It's amusing perhaps
To spend a life
Forgetting wrong lessons
Learned in strife
But one thing is certain
In the quest for hope
It's the struggle my friend
That will teach us to cope.
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