Our minds are big, ambiguous,but rigged.
We think one thing of the other yet totally dismiss another.
Form concepts amidst time; lose track within its binds.
Tide thinkers, bold fakers, but content with old makers.
"Tell us what to do"
"tell us how to play "
"Please old teachers, tell us what to say."
We pretend we are grown up in control of what we do, but it's all a lie, a cover up of truth. Forever we continue following, burning just a few; yearning and searching for something dangerous, wild and new.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Our minds are big, ambiguous,but rigged.
We think one thing of the other yet totally dismiss another.
Form concepts amidst time; lose track within its binds.
Tide thinkers, bold fakers, but content with old makers.
"Tell us what to do"
"tell us how to play "
"Please old teachers, tell us what to say."
We pretend we are grown up in control of what we do, but it's all a lie, a cover up of truth. Forever we continue following, burning just a few; yearning and searching for something dangerous, wild and new.
Poem created by Medinah Aousunt
