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Out of the Box

ancient ancestor's fervently sought a truth , neither to be traded or bought to discover , uncover , recover the mold a beginning , spinning , facing sarcasm cold learned men had to cypher , code their belief undaunted critisisms , they found no relief from those of power , whom would have them cower recant their statements , or destroy the tower imprison the mind , the body , the soul burn the remnants of ideas was their goal instilling of ignorance , bathed with fear washing of hands , without facing a mirror deep down ,subconscious , dark ages grew contained in the cauldrons of their faulty brew . school of hard knock's , pandora's box too many blocks within' that rock corners have been turned , while bridges burn rushing , oblivious , of the lessons to be learned little white lie's swept under the rug uncomfortable feelings give conscious a tug deeper thoughts , become a shadowy bug persistent visions of the hole that's dug like a thundering rainstorm , dark clouds overhead releasing it's fury , letting go instead floodwaters , overflowing , bursting dams and levies like a burden withheld , that's become too heavy keeping it all locked up in that box differing peace , at the end of that walk .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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