The unknown isn’t waiting
Like a lonely child after school
For our sad attempt at search
Being found’s not a big deal
When you’re truth
When you’re out there. . .
We’d rather, wouldn’t we
Commit to the limits
Of our own thinking
The limitations of our minds
Wouldn’t we rather
Blame than think?
Monday, November 26, 2007
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