ImpossibleA Poem by Austin
Think about it.
Happy, Lonely, Angry, ect. They're all funny words. They're all temporary words, imaginary, sort of. It's all in your mind. These words are unprovable. Just no real way to define them. They're all relative terms. So how is it possible to be something that's a relative term? Maybe we just think we're happy, or lonely, or angry, or anything else. Maybe we're just all the same. But we're not. Or are we? We're all people, but people take things too much farther than that. If we're all people, than why is there conflict? If we're all the same, how can there be emotion? Or spirit? So we're not all the same, but the only things that set us apart are relative terms. Which can't be proven. Life is far too confusing to ever understand, and if one tries, the result is always paradoxical. So self-contradictory. So, well, impossible. We're all impossible, but that's what makes life worth living. © 2010 Austin |
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Added on September 26, 2010 Last Updated on September 26, 2010 Author
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