Consider Me...

02 May 2005

·CuldeSac

The consciousness of self is the greatest hindrance To the ideal execution of physical action, But this is what enables us to take pleasure Through what we physically achieve... Sacrifice of self often leads to a faith in the world twisted, A consciousness of self with insight high enough to experience, The ideals set forth by those devine... The world frowns upon ideals, as they frowned upon Plato As they are frowning upon me, An idealist. We are not of this world,brothers not of this mundane blood, But of Heart and Soul: We have restraints,boundries and confinements Set up by our under estimated beliefs in logic And defined by our doubts in the essense of love. Each day I look around me,but everyday I seem to see less. I am like a book being closed by believers, I am like a baulder being cracked by logic, Now fatally bleeding water essentially ideal... So look into my eyes,try to see more, because there is... Look into my soul and consider me...

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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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