the paradox

          Dear smile,

Why do you shy so?

          Dear tears,

Can you never be easily repressed?

Does smiling through tears

           Entertain beauty?

Does bravery through fears

          Inculcate strength?

Do thoughts on an empty mind

          Muster passion?

Do thankfully forgotten memories

          Ever fade?

The soul burns, rips and douses,

A silence assembles its little noises,

The biased preacher and the naïve listener

Reject rationality, reject mankind.

It is a comfort to believe in

          One truth,

It is a luxury when they

          Believe the same.

And there you stand among

          Multitudes and tides

Waiting for that one moment where you

          Ought to shine…

It isn’t today, nor is it tomorrow,

Yesterdays are gone, lost to the shadow

          Of time and space,

And all that is left is

          A numb, biased, improvised fact,


                              And you.


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