On realizing the heart of darkness

Thu, 06/13/2013 - 22:39 -- nrahman

An aching mind that won’t stop to think,
Just keeps moving with no aim to complete,
Too quickly we’ve rushed onto the brink
Of childhood’s edge, that end none wish to greet.

Lied to, cheated, fooled into submission.
Promised the world if their rules be followed
Only false hope and empty ambition
Given instead. Careful, don’t get swallowed.

To see now the lies, the truth can begin.
To see with new eyes, older and stronger,
To explore ready, without and within,
To pave a new path renewed with hunger.
Not for your rules, not for your game, but for
Mine. No longer a toy I turn to lore.

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