Paradoxical split between the worlds in which I inhabit
Space and time discontinuum
For which art thou represent?
Nonsense you buffoon!
Insanity, sweet sweet insanity
Chill my bones yet warm my heart
Unorthodox orthodoxy with power
Eat thy young
The void always welcome weary travelers
Yet travelers that embrace the void
Are no longer travelers
For we love and loathe our void
Loving and loathing
The story of my passing through time
Completely unfinished
Yet left resolved
What is it that I speak of?
I sincerely wish I knew
I am only a medium
For the being inside of me
Is that not what we all are?
Just bodies withering ever so slightly
Whilst our souls remain forever youthful?
This life can make your soul grow old as well
Or is life an act of duality
In which we sleep at night
So that our souls can show us their lives
And awake to show our souls ours?
Nothing makes sense
It isn't supposed to
That's why there is faith
Whether in nothing or everything
I am nowhere yet everywhere
A tiny speck yet everything I've ever known
I am a clown confused in a circus
Switching realities, or rather fantasies
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
Paradoxical split between the worlds in which I inhabit
Space and time discontinuum
For which art thou represent?
Nonsense you buffoon!
Insanity, sweet sweet insanity
Chill my bones yet warm my heart
Unorthodox orthodoxy with power
Eat thy young
The void always welcome weary travelers
Yet travelers that embrace the void
Are no longer travelers
For we love and loathe our void
Loving and loathing
The story of my passing through time
Completely unfinished
Yet left resolved
What is it that I speak of?
I sincerely wish I knew
I am only a medium
For the being inside of me
Is that not what we all are?
Just bodies withering ever so slightly
Whilst our souls remain forever youthful?
This life can make your soul grow old as well
Or is life an act of duality
In which we sleep at night
So that our souls can show us their lives
And awake to show our souls ours?
Nothing makes sense
It isn't supposed to
That's why there is faith
Whether in nothing or everything
I am nowhere yet everywhere
A tiny speck yet everything I've ever known
I am a clown confused in a circus
Switching realities, or rather fantasies
This odd piece is a result of my utter confusion with what is going on in the world around me and my extreme inability to make sense of any form of thought
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