I stare into a knowledgeable warm light,
This, my last plight, this, my last sight.
I stare into a new horizon,
A day that's yet to dawn but shows its effervescent self in the air to come.
I stare into what is to become,
At technology's twist in the fated hand of man, what - if it could - would it reprimand?
I stare into what I've become,
The man, the idea and the decision.
I stare longingly into my love,
My heart, my spirit, my mind.
I stare into what seems an eternity,
On the field banks of mortality, I wave to what seems detached from me.
I stare into nothingness,
Which resonates a universal pitch in which I play my harp harmoniously.
I have stared and realised all that I have missed,
As I spent so long looking that I forgot to live.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
I stare into a knowledgeable warm light,
This, my last plight, this, my last sight.
I stare into a new horizon,
A day that's yet to dawn but shows its effervescent self in the air to come.
I stare into what is to become,
At technology's twist in the fated hand of man, what - if it could - would it reprimand?
I stare into what I've become,
The man, the idea and the decision.
I stare longingly into my love,
My heart, my spirit, my mind.
I stare into what seems an eternity,
On the field banks of mortality, I wave to what seems detached from me.
I stare into nothingness,
Which resonates a universal pitch in which I play my harp harmoniously.
I have stared and realised all that I have missed,
As I spent so long looking that I forgot to live.