knowledge can be such
that it becomes a crux of paradox
impairing our perceptive predilections
like an opiate
sometimes, it is preferable
to put the book down, shed our skin
and frolick in the freedom
once precedent to our wit
ere the omnipresence
of our existential burdens
depression did lay dormant
and our essence, innocent
soon we find the words
as to articulate expression
eloquently waxing
on our states of discontent
anguish and despair
may pave the path to our enlightenment
through endless eras do we toil
transposing pain to wisdom
peace of mind comes at a price
which knows no preparation
it seems once it is earned
our shells surrender to the sun
one such truth retained
within the fragments of forbearance
urges us to ne’er forget
to forge a heart most lithe
for if we are to overstate
the aspect of our relevance
we forsake our only stake
in living this, one life
Awesome write from start to finish, but I love the way you ended this with a poetic exclamation point.
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Sometimes, the more formal education we received, the less we’d come to know about life, that is why a lot of the great minds were never really educated, they were, originally, intelligent, without the proper trainings from their school careers…
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