Cutting through the darkness
But before I perceive anything
I become really sick
Nothing new I find
Everywhere there is a brilliant discourse
On the topics and of the same old cliches
And all around in abundance spread and scattered
The scarcity of wit and elegance
Before my pride bursts into the sky with a bang
Someone comes near me and in whisper I am told
This is actually the bottom of a pit
In haste I take a run
And desperately climb up and up
Now I sit gasping at the edge of its mouth
And wonder
What a big stupid I am
I take bottom as the house of
Zenith.
Cutting through the darkness
But before I perceive anything
I become really sick
Nothing new I find
Everywhere there is a brilliant discourse
On the topics and of the same old cliches
And all around in abundance spread and scattered
The scarcity of wit and elegance
Before my pride bursts into the sky with a bang
Someone comes near me and in whisper I am told
This is actually the bottom of a pit
In haste I take a run
And desperately climb up and up
Now I sit gasping at the edge of its mouth
And wonder
What a big stupid I am
I take bottom as the house of
Zenith.
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Anchored!
Cemented in their heads…
That it is perfectly okay,
To stay completely obstinate.
Against change.
And the evolution of it!
And somehow…
A satisfaction sits,
With those trying to convince
Others who have moved on.
Silence has come to visit upon their stagnant voices.
Somehow…
They believe,
Such a stubbornness that exists…
Is a mindset that is envied.
Somehow…
One has to be awed,
By this self hypnosis seen
That can ‘drop’ jaws!
It is magical and miraculous,
That folks like this have any existence at all!
But they do…
Somehow.