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Neui — This
Published: 2006-06-17 19:55:04 +0000 UTC; Views: 92; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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This.This is what I'm reduced to.
Sitting here.
In this class.
Bound and restricted –
Practically gagged from the common tongue learned since birth.
Restricted.
Restricted from myself.
Existing as another,
Yet breathing with my own lungs –
My heart beating to its own tune.
Breathing.
Breathing in the air which defies all law.
Air which is here
Just the same as us
Yet denies that we exist –
Denies its own existence.
Exist.
Exist and be yourself.
This is what I tell myself,
But who am I?
What is the truth –
Does truth even exist?
Truth.
Truth deceives us all.
Here, right now.
There, right then.
They're not really there –
You're not really here.
There.
There is where here is.
Maybe not.
But will we ever know –
Does truth perceive?
Know.
Know where you belong.
Ask yourself if you do
And if you'll ever know…
Strong feelings we grasp –
But for what?
Grasp.
Grasp that strong belief
In all its monotony
Grasp that only hope
Grasp your grasp on truth –
It's all you'll ever know.
