(no subject)
(whats going through my mind as i start my journey into the realm of sleep)
At the point where hope and reason part,
lies the spot where madness gets a start.
Hope to make the world kinder and free --
but flowers of hope root in reality.
No peaceful bed exists for lamb and lion,
unless on some world out beyond Orion.
Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice.
Owls acting as owls must is not a vice.
Storms do not respond to heartfelt pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature -- always beneficent and cruel --
won't change for wise man or fool.
Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections,
clearly visible to casual inspections.
Resisting betterment is the human trait.
The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate.
At the point where hope and reason part,
lies the spot where madness gets a start.
Hope to make the world kinder and free --
but flowers of hope root in reality.
No peaceful bed exists for lamb and lion,
unless on some world out beyond Orion.
Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice.
Owls acting as owls must is not a vice.
Storms do not respond to heartfelt pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature -- always beneficent and cruel --
won't change for wise man or fool.
Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections,
clearly visible to casual inspections.
Resisting betterment is the human trait.
The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate.