A sea

A sea of thoughts,
A bright, blue, shiny sea of thought.
Real, true,
A cause worth fighting for.
A death no less noble.
Truth..truth in our hands?

We know,
Our knowledge so sure
That we could set in stone
And no mutiny could challenge change.

Why so sure?
Why so proud?
Can blindness find truth,
And deafened ears hear more,
More that lies in the shallows,
The object of the self sufficient,
The faith of a vain fact,
Resting unwavering on the shoulders
Of the naive.

Stop...

Is it possible for blinded eyes
And deafened ears
To hear and see?

Stop!





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