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UseTheIllusion
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since 2006-02-06

Posts 223
In a state of limbo

0 posted 2006-08-21 11:00 PM

Open up another chapter in the life of our hero,
His prayers were left unanswered as he took some time to heal,
What was once all too unbelievable has now become real,
He now walks the path of the wiser man, the cards are his to deal.

His ordeal left him wounded and without a sense of reality,
He traded doubt for knowledge without giving a care to banality,
Some things are so obvious as to escape scrutiny,
In this he found his power, refuting the “truths” of society.

Universal truth is not found in universal belief,
There is no such thing as disease, only abnormality,
Normal is only a function of a sickened society,
And those who don’t deserve it gain notoriety,
The wise are all too loath to offer their wisdom,
And the fools are all to eager to reinforce the schism,
Between knowledge and power,
Relations have soured,
And such things will seem to go on forever, and ever.

He saw a light at the end of the tunnel,
It was barely visible, to the point of being subtle,
So he reached out towards it, ran with all his might,
And as he got closer it shined ever more brightly,
Soon doubt entered his mind, so he ran slightly slower,
And as he reached the end he saw there was a door,
It was locked, latched and shut and he lacked a key,
And he found he reached a dead end, and so went into a frenzy.

He questioned the god toward whom he appealed,
He begged, clawed and scratched for his next meal,
His shoes were worn thin by incessant meandering,
With time ticking away he cursed his own pandering,
Towards a world which wouldn’t appease his lust for knowledge,
Constantly teased by the potential for truth,
It was then that the hero grew insane and was then cut loose,
So then people stopped listening, they dubbed him a loon,
A quixotic fool charging at giant windmills,
Nobody stopped to think about how he climbed so many hills.

Broken and battered the hero wept for his fate,
For the death to come and the life which escaped,
Time swallows all its children, and fate tends to rape,
And he lamented the fact that all his effort were in vain,
But a glimmer of hope survived in our hero’s eyes,
Because with every path walked, it is possible to retrace the steps,
Of a journey gone wrong,
Of an odyssey written in song.

lanaia74
Member

since 2006-08-25

Posts 67

1 posted 2006-08-27 07:19 AM

Superb! Bravo! Applauds!

cherrys_rule
Member

since 2006-03-18

Posts 442

2 posted 2006-09-05 05:59 PM

You did a good job on this. I have to agree with the other person. I hope to see more from you in the future. Thanks for sharing.
~Courtney~

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