GoalsA Poem by luciddreamerI'm learning to be thankful for the loss of my hearing For now I must strain to hear, hence my attention does now not wander I am starting to see through these damaged eyes a new path opening before me The perfection that mankind seeks is an illusion of the soul The more we interact with machine the more machine we will become We are but a drop in a vast ocean, we magnificintly are spread far and wide And the power we think only the strong and lucky have in ourselves truly do reside But we keep making the same mistake over and over again in the name of humanity we keep killing our fellow man I wonder this, I wonder deep, I wonder enough to do what if I had no concern of what happened to your nation or religion what if I didn't see what was right before my eyes being crammed into my brain like I'm being forcefed what if I choose to live in a world that I could disguise with some humor and yet tell the truth Wouldn't I then be able to see where I could help the most, which in reality wouldn't it be everyone, no matter how evil or good, we all have the same potential Wouldn't I then be able to share all that I have learned by example, not by perfection but by trial and error with lessons learned, paths changed I'm tired of being pulled by the nose in every direction, if you look hard enough you will realize they all come back to one string I am in need of rest, my actions speak louder than my thoughts which in the end, the essence of myself, I have always believed, was to do no harm......
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6 Reviews Added on February 17, 2011 Last Updated on February 17, 2011 AuthorluciddreamerCarrollton, GAAboutFirst they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win....Gandhi more..Writing
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