Relative to Sensibility

Dec 29, 2007 09:51

Don't worry, there is no future
No failure because nobody wins.
No sins - we're all going to Hell.
No aspirations with no will to live.
Could you give me one reason not to believe?
One honest opinion to temporarily reprieve?
Because on the horizon I do not see:
A sunset - no Saturday, no sanity.

There are so many reasons for hope
Buried along with every intention to grow.
Suddenly we're in no hurry -no worry-
It's no mystery where the complacent shall go.
Could you please allow me the floor to speak?
A thought you're all too afraid to seek?
I ever wonder what lies behind the clouds,
Though I fear, as you do, of the Gods.

We're all bound to come around -
Bound to confront the truth we've already found.
No compassion: no misery.
It's no mystery what we dream about.

I listened close, but I heard no words.
Looked to the sky but saw no birds.
Nothing compares to the emptiness here.
Is this the peace you've been searching for all these years?
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