In times of plenty
I grow fat, dumb and old.
In times of hardship
I find my faults sold.
I sold, for peace,
my heart and soul.
I traded, for war,
my silver and gold.
Peace stole, to turn grey,
my mind and my youth.
War declared their's
the black & white truth.
Still I love, and I hate,
while I win, draw and lose.
Still I'm impatient
to broaden my views.
But when I gain knowledge
the unknown is set loose.
It dawns without feeling
to play a fool's ruse,
On those always patient,
and those with no fuse.
Suns rise and nights fall
in my ocean eye blues.
What limits a world,
both free and unbound?
Where one can be two,
both silence and sound?
Blinded lives without fact;
percieved lives of no faith;
All shake hands in friendship,
no fear for death's wraith.
With & without time
they grasp a new day,
Without & with light,
dark and dark chased away.
I'd give you peace then
and you'd give me my war.
So content we could be,
with less and with more,
With sound, with silence,
with chaos, with law.
We are and aren't infinite,
perfect and imperfect,
One, none and all,
within a flaw.
