Perfection of the Mind

April 27, 2014

What do I think?

I think of nothing

We have lost the ability to imagine

Dreams of heroes with stories

"Make believe"

We live in a world where

Philosophy is a travesty

"Perfection"

This holds no value here

In the recesses of my mind

I am not a painting

Shaped and made into stilled life

I will have thoughts

I must.

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