I want to be free like a bird...
Doesn't he see what he has?
For what good it brings and stories to tell
Goodness, no!
Did he ask why?
Forbid to speak
Thus, no!
Isn't he the slightest bit curious?
By the garden of Edens
Of course!
Why then does he keep quiet?
For the better good
It's better!
"For the better" by whose standards?
Well by the universe
Yes!
Hasn't he thought of it as foolish?
Better than to err
Yes!
Who does he fear?
By the name that says it all
Him!
What does he wish to be?
A bird!
Why a bird?
As the sun dawns on the land beyond
The vast space has he!
With nothing holding him down
He roams free!
Think again.
Think again?
Think again.
What's there to?
Has he a vast space to fly?
Is there really nothing holding him down?
Is he truly free?
A bickering pause as mountains move, valleys part, volcanoes explode and winds blow their strongest yet.
That is why he chose not to ask.
Even if curiosity brims, greater is the power of the mind.
Even to limit a limit, to space the space in between, to question a question, to answer an answer
There is, and forever will be, a greater greater.
Words will carry no meaning.
Time will have no purpose.
And Art has lost its culture.
Everything is gone.
Nothing will stay.
What's left?
A pause. A strong ray of blinding light seeps in between, shadowing what's in its way.
The nose can smell no more.
The ears can hear no more.
The eyes can see no more.
The mouth can speak no more.
The mind can touch no more.
A pause. The strong ray of light scissors what's left, even the finest.
I stand alone at the gates of choice. With me are my pain, sorrow and happiness, the three close friends that I never leave behind. I am not sure what to do next, or what to happen. But this I know for sure: when that gates open, I'll...
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