What we were to where we are.
To the future just out there.
Be sharp and no one understands.
The one eye in a blind land.
Where love fought lust.
Where dogma met trust.
The world is new to me.
Covered in fine blue dust.
Curse the ear and what it hears.
Close the eye to all the fears.
Fight with the darkness inside.
Claim all the dreams that died.
In a memory palace list.
Held by an angry fist.
Ideas too big to think.
So never to be missed.
On the day of a bigger mind.
Digging in another idea mine.
Your thoughts will surface.
To someday be of service.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
What we were to where we are.
To the future just out there.
Be sharp and no one understands.
The one eye in a blind land.
Where love fought lust.
Where dogma met trust.
The world is new to me.
Covered in fine blue dust.
Curse the ear and what it hears.
Close the eye to all the fears.
Fight with the darkness inside.
Claim all the dreams that died.
In a memory palace list.
Held by an angry fist.
Ideas too big to think.
So never to be missed.
On the day of a bigger mind.
Digging in another idea mine.
Your thoughts will surface.
To someday be of service.
Thoughts in our mind maybe are like water in a vase. The vase determines the extent of the content. Some thoughts may be too big to think today, so our effort is to expand the vase. Enter the Quantum Thought.
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