posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 10:49 PM
Human, though we are,
still by far,
we are not far enough,
from the gruff of this stuff,
yet we still are here.
Here, there, everywhere,
and nowhere is still somewhere,
as long as there is air.
An aire of mystery to add to our history,
of being the heir of the burdens we bear.
Like a bear in the wood,
we did what we could,
if only we would, understand the the mood.
Dude, I broke format,
not that that's that,
or a matter of fact,
its a lesson of tact.
Tactile to mind body and spirit,
as I spirit away,
in the night's darkest day,
with nothing to say.
Enter they fray, should you wish to stray, into the forewarned old way.
I bid you to stay, as we surely may, make this our play for a new found day.
Is it day or is it night, I have hardly the might to discern what is right, or left for that matter, if anything is left at all.
All for naught, as I seek to be taught, by the notions I've wrought, not to be brought, by some archangel dreadnought. Distraught is thought, of
being caught, in the moment I've sought.
Sought, indeed I seek, the feeling which weakens my knees, and through weekly decrees, subjects me to these. These thoughts of a rather curious
nature. By nature, curiouser and curiouser, becoming the courier, of the very nature, of curiosity. The luminosity, of the curious, is the light by
which we all discover, our nature.