A boy of eighteen walked on the road
Making pictures and losing sense
Enraged and at peace, Confused and Resolved
Searching for that image, where the journey ends
Do I need a purpose for living this life
Or Is the purposelessness the purpose of life
Sketching The illusions of a dreamer
Destroying the illusions as a survivor
The sage on the road asked a question
“Do you believe in an idea greater than life?
You Live and you die, breathe the air, love and lie
Have you given the thought to that unfair sky?”
“Where is such an idea Oh Revered one?”
“Read the Scriptures my Lost Son
There are sacrifices at the altar of ideas
Blood drawn and blood spent for an idea to live
Wield a gun and protect that idea
A way of life for sanity of heaven
Ignorant cynics need a lesson
An image of victory for journey at end”
“Look above oh disillusioned Sage
A dove has a branch of olive in its beak
God made colors and air to breathe
Sanity of heaven is here on this earth
I may be lost and maybe nowhere to go
But I know the gun with hatred is blind as an owl
I will walk on and shout at the end
There is no greater idea than just life and soul”
Making pictures and losing sense
Enraged and at peace, Confused and Resolved
Searching for that image, where the journey ends
Do I need a purpose for living this life
Or Is the purposelessness the purpose of life
Sketching The illusions of a dreamer
Destroying the illusions as a survivor
The sage on the road asked a question
“Do you believe in an idea greater than life?
You Live and you die, breathe the air, love and lie
Have you given the thought to that unfair sky?”
“Where is such an idea Oh Revered one?”
“Read the Scriptures my Lost Son
There are sacrifices at the altar of ideas
Blood drawn and blood spent for an idea to live
Wield a gun and protect that idea
A way of life for sanity of heaven
Ignorant cynics need a lesson
An image of victory for journey at end”
“Look above oh disillusioned Sage
A dove has a branch of olive in its beak
God made colors and air to breathe
Sanity of heaven is here on this earth
I may be lost and maybe nowhere to go
But I know the gun with hatred is blind as an owl
I will walk on and shout at the end
There is no greater idea than just life and soul”
1 comment:
Hmmmm.... I would say an idea of such profoundness needs more time and thought. Somehow I feel that all the aspects of an idea or life as an idea are not covered... I would have preferred a more lengthy conversation between the sage and the boy
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