Post by theend on Oct 23, 2008 2:55:29 GMT -5
When Speculation is perceived as wisdom,
And instinct replaces divine guidance,
Just how is one brought to fathom,
To which principles man owes his abidance?
Those who think, never find peace,
And those who follow, become blind police.
The young and free, are robbed of vision,
Coerced and confound, to a mental prison.
Pain and despair, strikes a heart which discerns,
Fighting for truth, a hope that burns.
When emotion overshadows purpose,
And whims suffice for conviction,
Justice becomes a circus,
And intellect is left for fiction.
Realization, cannot abate,
Results are volatile, and such is fate.
And instinct replaces divine guidance,
Just how is one brought to fathom,
To which principles man owes his abidance?
Those who think, never find peace,
And those who follow, become blind police.
The young and free, are robbed of vision,
Coerced and confound, to a mental prison.
Pain and despair, strikes a heart which discerns,
Fighting for truth, a hope that burns.
When emotion overshadows purpose,
And whims suffice for conviction,
Justice becomes a circus,
And intellect is left for fiction.
Realization, cannot abate,
Results are volatile, and such is fate.
