You and I stand here, togather yet alone
Waiting for someone or something
Disjoint emotions confuse our heads
And we question the moral worth of others??
Its an imperfect world
Bloated by corrupt thought processes
Value Judgements rule our eyes
Can we condone the infidelities of life??
We ride the horses of dreams
Driven by our volitions
Lust defines our actions
And we enjoy the death of our wisdom??
A meaningful birth
Moulded by the warmth of the world
Blinded by our imtemprate rage
Can we realize the beauty of our being??
-- Vinny (07.10.06)
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