To stand in front of the mirror
Idyllically watching the backwards progression
Those around us moving in ever repeating circles
The drain of wich holds no relevance
Collapsing inward distrust, distaste, dissatisfied
What then holds the hand of our youth.
no hope to see the future that breads
watching the pornography taking place in front of me
this is the jungle of contempt, this is the forest of hate
this is where i am left to navigate uncompassed by north or south
distracted from up to down, right from wrong.
Learn today what the future holds
Read tomorrow what the past was
hope that it doesn’t all fall, hope in the end
been watching alot lectures on economics, political study, and over all philosophy again. So for last weeks post i give you the above poem. Take what you will from it. More to come later this week, art. Comments discussions these things i need to help voice you.