- but who knows whats going on up there!
one day – soon i know for sure
you’ll come for me like you promised
.
because we weren’t just a couple of kids.
because what we shared
was stronger than any summer love.
.
pick me up from here
whisk me away just like we’d planned
.
i’m holding onto a dream for dear life
im not idealistic; dont tell me my head is in the clouds.
see i know one day you’ll come
- you’ll remember what i never forgot
.
one day.
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I am not the great thinker you think I am,
No one – not even Rodin grasped the torment I was faced with
And no one ever will.
The concept of ‘knowledge’ has never been understood by those who are not burdened with it.
My hand is rests on my head not from divine inspiration, but from despair.
My hand rests there from the overwhelming and persistent thoughts filled with fear and confusion.
Knowledge does not give life, but instead perversely sucks it out of your very soul.
I have been misrepresented; my desperation mistaken for glory.
Though my thoughts may contain inventions and great ideas,
Each one is cursed with fear and bound with worthlessness and misery.
No matter how many patterns I find, how many discoveries I make,
I will never answer the tugging question, the one that keeps me bound to this life of misery.
Knowing so much has only shown me how much I will never know -
The important thing – life’s largest question -
The question of life itself.
This is why my heart is heavy
It is why my burden is unbearable
This is why I must droop,
Why my body bends in this way.
It caves to the greater being,
to the life force – the very thing that distresses me the most,
will be the thing I must eventually surrender to.
That is what I know, but cannot comprehend.
The necessity of faith terrifies me,
For faith is never definite.
It is a hope, a naive way of thinking designed for the comfort and the protection of innocence,
Something which was robbed of me long ago.
The prize given only to a select few,
This prize of Knowledge -
Although gives glory -
Steals innocence and naivety;
Steals happiness, and simplicity.
Watch as I, and those like me turn hard, cold, and numb to the outside world; to stone.
We always do…
Eventually.
