Category: Writers Block
I see you star, shining Bright,
for all the weary world to see,
And comprehend with free will thought and heart,
And to the consequences you are blind.
You are but plasma, heat and chemical compound,
Distance great and thought without,
Yet you burn with the fury of the stake,
and nerre spare a thought for those on wich you give light.
Those who gain hope, only to be dashed,
upon the rocks of shores of pain,
look up imploring towards the sky,
yet only see the light betrayed.
A philosopher, rought with words and thought,
puts to pen his very soul
And the scientest full of interest sure,
cuts it up to it's very core.
And all for reason, all for ryme,
the two on paths both treturous and divine,
And all for light of heaven great,
shall do battle to hold the light.
Now the philosopher lies broken in no mans land,
His words are lost between grains of blackened sand,
And scientest ddysects the dreams of men,
And the universe is still the same.