*I can't understand the "why's"
Our perceptions give us whatever it believes,
And with that, we stumble & fall,
Continuing the roads.
I understood what passion was,
That rare value, of human context,
And heart's racing.
A trapped amount of time,
Pieced together,
with warm blessedness.
I can't understand the "for what's"
Learning some wisdom is what gives us this art,
That we go to war with.
I understood what being noble becomes.
A guardian of sky & moon,
And the only way,
To see,
In this ultimate darkness.*
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
*I can't understand the "why's"
Our perceptions give us whatever it believes,
And with that, we stumble & fall,
Continuing the roads.
I understood what passion was,
That rare value, of human context,
And heart's racing.
A trapped amount of time,
Pieced together,
with warm blessedness.
I can't understand the "for what's"
Learning some wisdom is what gives us this art,
That we go to war with.
I understood what being noble becomes.
A guardian of sky & moon,
And the only way,
To see,
In this ultimate darkness.*
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