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Blind
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Light and Dark Blind
For we see what we want to see
Addicted to our fantasies
Disillusioned into believing we are gods
For our lives
Are a whisper and a thought, nothing more
With the impression of eternity
The semblance of normality
And an appearance of immortality
But it’s all a mirage
For we see what we want to see
We are blinded by our eyes
And hallucinate our greatest endeavors
“All is meaningless” says the teacher
For we feel, without works
We laugh, without joy
We mourn, without reason
And we die, without legacy
Or is that an illusion as well?
Great!!!!
Honestly this is amazing! its true, and well written.
Thank you
Thank you very much, I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
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Amazing
So deep. I feel like the poem itself is written with the understanding that you are in the same predicament. Sometimes we all forget that we as individuals are just a single grain of sand on an endless shore. Our own importance is not determined by what other people think of us; it is determined by what we choose to believe (or are disillusioned into believing) about ourselves. If people compliment us and insult us, but we choose to not accept the insults, then our own mental decisions rule what we see to be true about ourselves. There is no absolute truth amongst mankind, for people choose what they want to accept as the truth based on how it makes them feel. The truth, since not always comforting, is often rejected and lies are accepted as the truth instead because they are easier to cope with. As for what these lies are... well, I'll leave that up to your imagination.
Heavy Truths Here
Yes, our eyes blind us.
I agree
It's true. In my line of work we have a saying: "Perception is reality." This is also one of the largest tenants of philosophical thought. Im glad that you enjoyed this piece of work.
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