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Paradise of the blind

Perfection
Such a perfect word
There is this rumour
Of it being unattainable

Yet
We have always possessed it
It exists so solidly
In the hidden recesses of our hearts

Are we born with innate sense
Of knowing what our perfection is
And when it nears?
Are we all, suckers for perfection?

When we were young
As we all were
Everything was perfect
For that short instance of time, yes

It is so stupidly sick
That everything goes downhill from there
But logical no?
Because all things go from a hundred to zero

Jack and Jill – prime example there
Always climbed back up the hill
Though falling down again
Rolling with natural motion

They never said they made it to the top again
Ever
They spend all their lives trying to go back to where they started
And eventually lay dying where they were meant to go

Sigh
I too am part of this human legacy
That I forever dream for the unmarred sheen
Which I came out with

I have such low tolerance for negativity
Due to that my waters are infested with it
Can I not close my eyes to the horrors of the world
In particular now since I have forced access to the universal truth?

O it is at such times
The temptation to re-enter the Matrix is great
But as it is always said, you know,
You know, and you would never again want to go

How nice it would be to feel like eating a solid juicy steak again
Compared to the minimal trash of nutrient broth that we now have
The bleak atmosphere in a human blasted world
A diaspora of my humanity into the depths of utopian frugality

Displacement rules the kingdom of me
I have been taught the language of my oppressors
Fed, the food of my predators
Born, to live in a world so unlike my nature

Segregation, differentiation
What are all these about?
On one hand I have my left, the other my right
Both are one and the same, essentially a part of me

Whom do I betray? Which do I choose?
Is it always a necessity to make a decision?
That fences do not exist to discourage people sitting on them?
If for no other reason, to force the individual’s isolation?

It’s as if I were torn between two lovers
To kill any compassion
Distance myself away from my ‘-ers’
I stamp out the very essence that I implore for

Is it really so hard?
The way people say it non-chalantly
It’s like all you have to do is this and this
And they go on saying, “What’s so hard?”

What’s so bloody hard I tell you
Is that you are not me
And maybe you’ve gone through similar experiences before
But not identical, not me, not you, not your entire frickin world

Aspirations dot my night sky
Each one sparkling brightly
With a myriad of colours so heavenly
Yes, they are far far away

A thousand billion if’s we encounter daily
If only the world was a better place to live in
If racism and discrimination did not exist
If I could create world peace
If nature was such that the weak didn’t succumb
If the strong did not become strong
If only there did not exist the winner and the loser
If there existed enough wants and needs for all
If the world was so huge that it can accommodate an infinite number of people
If this
If that
If only
But it is not so

Do we then retreat into an entombed shell?
Rather that we trudge forward on a path of broken glass?
Then what about those who stay still
Like a rock anchored in a stream

Can we be blamed for not moving
Simply because circumstances and everything else that had built up before this
Does not permit us to do so?
Can we? Who are we to judge? ‘God’?

And then again some people don’t believe in God
They have been shattered, broken and fired beyond recognition
It is their right to do whatever they want
Because that is all they ever have.

Does it justify their own case?
How can we tell these people, from those who march around
Waving sticks and sheets of paper
Saying it’s their God-given right to do so?

We are, citizens of the world
Living in a zoo
Where carnivorous fishes are not separated
From the docile soon-to-be-fresh-meat goldies

Sick isn’t it?
While many are afforded newbie protection by the Lord
The unduly promoted veterans
Are all out on their own

O Sweet Earth
What more can you become?
Your history reaches out to me
As we, your memory, forgets entirely.

I so want this world to die off
Just swoosh and kapow
Not to let them gain a single bit
Label me selfish you pirates of the living

This problem comes back every hour again
I, have this crazy urge, to announce something
Abundance of knowledge stored within me
Like Rincewind and The Octavio, it has its own will

I don’t want to become another fool
Sold out by another, living under big brother
Forced to do what I hate to do
In the end this happens when money defeats conscience

Death comes to us all
Do we seek the unattainable?
The paradise that awaits us?
What good is chasing after something we already have?

Happiness at hand
Worth more than two times the perfect end
I hurl my rock far
And search for it once more

To joy we seek
I come ahunting for ye
Despite useless endeavours
Running constantly with faith
To live life with such zest, are we truly blessed?

Description
Paradise of the blind

Perfection
Such a perfect word
There is this rumour
Of it being unattainable

Yet
We have always possessed it
It exists so solidly
In the hidden recesses of our hearts

Are we born with innate sense
Of knowing what our perfection is
And when it nears?
Are we all, suckers for perfection?

When we were young
As we all were
Everything was perfect
For that short instance of time, yes

It is so stupidly sick
That everything goes downhill from there
But logical no?
Because all things go from a hundred to zero

Jack and Jill – prime example there
Always climbed back up the hill
Though falling down again
Rolling with natural motion

They never said they made it to the top again
Ever
They spend all their lives trying to go back to where they started
And eventually lay dying where they were meant to go

Sigh
I too am part of this human legacy
That I forever dream for the unmarred sheen
Which I came out with

I have such low tolerance for negativity
Due to that my waters are infested with it
Can I not close my eyes to the horrors of the world
In particular now since I have forced access to the universal truth?

O it is at such times
The temptation to re-enter the Matrix is great
But as it is always said, you know,
You know, and you would never again want to go

How nice it would be to feel like eating a solid juicy steak again
Compared to the minimal trash of nutrient broth that we now have
The bleak atmosphere in a human blasted world
A diaspora of my humanity into the depths of utopian frugality

Displacement rules the kingdom of me
I have been taught the language of my oppressors
Fed, the food of my predators
Born, to live in a world so unlike my nature

Segregation, differentiation
What are all these about?
On one hand I have my left, the other my right
Both are one and the same, essentially a part of me

Whom do I betray? Which do I choose?
Is it always a necessity to make a decision?
That fences do not exist to discourage people sitting on them?
If for no other reason, to force the individual’s isolation?

It’s as if I were torn between two lovers
To kill any compassion
Distance myself away from my ‘-ers’
I stamp out the very essence that I implore for

Is it really so hard?
The way people say it non-chalantly
It’s like all you have to do is this and this
And they go on saying, “What’s so hard?”

What’s so bloody hard I tell you
Is that you are not me
And maybe you’ve gone through similar experiences before
But not identical, not me, not you, not your entire frickin world

Aspirations dot my night sky
Each one sparkling brightly
With a myriad of colours so heavenly
Yes, they are far far away

A thousand billion if’s we encounter daily
If only the world was a better place to live in
If racism and discrimination did not exist
If I could create world peace
If nature was such that the weak didn’t succumb
If the strong did not become strong
If only there did not exist the winner and the loser
If there existed enough wants and needs for all
If the world was so huge that it can accommodate an infinite number of people
If this
If that
If only
But it is not so

Do we then retreat into an entombed shell?
Rather that we trudge forward on a path of broken glass?
Then what about those who stay still
Like a rock anchored in a stream

Can we be blamed for not moving
Simply because circumstances and everything else that had built up before this
Does not permit us to do so?
Can we? Who are we to judge? ‘God’?

And then again some people don’t believe in God
They have been shattered, broken and fired beyond recognition
It is their right to do whatever they want
Because that is all they ever have.

Does it justify their own case?
How can we tell these people, from those who march around
Waving sticks and sheets of paper
Saying it’s their God-given right to do so?

We are, citizens of the world
Living in a zoo
Where carnivorous fishes are not separated
From the docile soon-to-be-fresh-meat goldies

Sick isn’t it?
While many are afforded newbie protection by the Lord
The unduly promoted veterans
Are all out on their own

O Sweet Earth
What more can you become?
Your history reaches out to me
As we, your memory, forgets entirely.

I so want this world to die off
Just swoosh and kapow
Not to let them gain a single bit
Label me selfish you pirates of the living

This problem comes back every hour again
I, have this crazy urge, to announce something
Abundance of knowledge stored within me
Like Rincewind and The Octavio, it has its own will

I don’t want to become another fool
Sold out by another, living under big brother
Forced to do what I hate to do
In the end this happens when money defeats conscience

Death comes to us all
Do we seek the unattainable?
The paradise that awaits us?
What good is chasing after something we already have?

Happiness at hand
Worth more than two times the perfect end
I hurl my rock far
And search for it once more

To joy we seek
I come ahunting for ye
Despite useless endeavours
Running constantly with faith
To live life with such zest, are we truly blessed?