Birth of Bliss
In this haphazard jumble of pictures, numbers and words that clog up each day,
Between our first and last winks something seems to be lacking in our way.
I once termed exploring as the way of life.
Now, as the circular arguments chase to cut our throats with a knife,
An ultimate reality, is that in this wild chase of success, we've lost hold of excellence.
In our modern philosophy, with a grey silence we say 'there is just this'.
Amidst heavy pollution, these skies now gleem greyish showing us the new birth of bliss.
Between our first and last winks something seems to be lacking in our way.
I once termed exploring as the way of life.
Now, as the circular arguments chase to cut our throats with a knife,
An ultimate reality, is that in this wild chase of success, we've lost hold of excellence.
In our modern philosophy, with a grey silence we say 'there is just this'.
Amidst heavy pollution, these skies now gleem greyish showing us the new birth of bliss.
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