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Can the world be imperfect? With all its faults and wrongs, And ever changing views... And its "woe was me" songs. Lets be honest, you have nothing to compare it to. So the world, needs be perfect. Can a man ever love? We think so, sure. But How can we know without a doubt? How could we set a scale or measure? What is this "love" truly about? Is it possibly a gift from ABOVE? Is there an ABOVE? I Have Faith there is But How would I know? Have you ever pondered this? That there's no tangible proof to show? Or is it an idea? like its friend Love? All these questions! And the lack of things to see, Will I ever really realize? Or am I to ponder whats to be? And follow this noble enterprise! To find answers to my every inquisition! Oh the uncertainty, And how certain it is, it seems. Its a little paradoxical. And is that not the theme? That everything is theoretical. an unreachable star .... at least in mortality
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Can the world be Imperfect?
Can the world be imperfect? With all its faults and wrongs, And ever changing views... And its "woe was me" songs. Lets be honest, you have nothing to compare it to. So the world, needs be perfect. Can a man ever love? We think so, sure. But How can we know without a doubt? How could we set a scale or measure? What is this "love" truly about? Is it possibly a gift from ABOVE? Is there an ABOVE? I Have Faith there is But How would I know? Have you ever pondered this? That there's no tangible proof to show? Or is it an idea? like its friend Love? All these questions! And the lack of things to see, Will I ever really realize? Or am I to ponder whats to be? And follow this noble enterprise! To find answers to my every inquisition! Oh the uncertainty, And how certain it is, it seems. Its a little paradoxical. And is that not the theme? That everything is theoretical. an unreachable star .... at least in mortality
kyle-horstmann
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
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