Center Of

Center of by Intoxcy8me© ·° ¤ Center of Ah, words! What more words might I say? Lady, Sweet Lady, grant this one a few more with which to play. I enjoy the dance here 'tween so many pretty shades of gray. Have I told thee of the why I talk of them this way? The fun I have playing my rhymes between where light and shadow play? How nothings really black or white. If one looks, ponders, opens ones eyes, its possible an obvious wrong may be right. It can be hard to see beyond so many lies. None can encompass the vastness in which eternity does lie. To think to hard on such makes most peoples head hurt. They give up to easily I think. Just shrug, and sigh. They miss out on the simplest, though perhaps most subtle prizes. Is it so hard? The secret hidden in everyone's eyes? CONSCIOUSNESS IS THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE The beautiful deeply embedded in each of us. The ultimate ugliness is that we deny this. Our unique special species curse. And that I think saddens me the worst. A thing that to look upon, is to bring on one self, hurt. And that, my own little curse. We all foolishly hold tight to our pains. Ignoring in doing so that the burden does gain. Why is it that every living person must forget this? Again, and again, and again? And we think we're sane? Look at the world we live in! The opposite is plain! And we each and every one of us made it this way!