C&C please
I was in the dark, but was I afraid...no I was not afraid of what I couldn't see, but I was afraid of what I knew. The irony of it all confounded me in my own oblivion of darkness to which I was blinded of the only truth. But what was the truth, that I couldn't see or that I would be like this forever? If I knew the truth then why wouldn't it set me free? Did I blind myself, or was I meant to be like this forever? It wouldn't seem right for me to be bound in an abyss of chaos, forever entrapped in a darkness that I couldn't find my way out. I have no remembrance of any thought of any person helping me. But to which I still stand begging for the truth. To be blind I wish for no man. But to them that have the truth I pray that they might tell it to me. But people neglect to remember their own way out of their darkness. Their path is lit up before them, but me I still stand.
Although I haven't been taught any schooling except the love of my mother, I spread abroad my love to people that I meet in remembrance of that time I was happy. Am I happy now some may ask, as I ravage around searching for someone to be a good Samaritan. I answer back and say, "What is it to be happy? For some, its pleasing to them that they live for another day to see the sun rise, but for me I can't tell if I'm happy because honestly, happiness comes from the truth." As a rich man comes by and hears my murmuring he asks, "What truth do you seek good fellow?".
"I say for one, the only truth that anyone
seeks after, is to not be blind."
"And what are you blinded from good fellow,
what binds you to go to extravagansic proportions to seek this truth you so
earnestly look for?".
I tell the man to follow me, and I will tell him. As we walk through an alley some beggars are sitting on the side covered with news papers and boxes, and trash seems to envelope the alleyway. Then when it opens there is a palace right in front of us. The rich man says, "How do you know your way here?".
"I have lived here all my life, these alleys are my home. And I can tell that a rich person lives here because of the beautiful smells that come from here. Although I may be blind I can smell. But you wanted to know what the truth is that I seek after. The truth is redemption and I search for it every second of my life so that I might see this palace."
"But you are blind," the rich man says, "How will you ever see?"
"To them that see they have the truth, but still their blinded. As for me, I seek the truth so that I might not be blind."
When I finished that sentence I heard the man flee away. His foot steps ran away with his weeping as I stand here. Will I ever find the truth, I said to myself? I just hope I do.
And so my never ending search for redemption continues, and everyone's
life fades away into darkness.
I was in the dark, but was I afraid...no I was not afraid of what I couldn't see, but I was afraid of what I knew. The irony of it all confounded me in my own oblivion of darkness to which I was blinded of the only truth. But what was the truth, that I couldn't see or that I would be like this forever? If I knew the truth then why wouldn't it set me free? Did I blind myself, or was I meant to be like this forever? It wouldn't seem right for me to be bound in an abyss of chaos, forever entrapped in a darkness that I couldn't find my way out. I have no remembrance of any thought of any person helping me. But to which I still stand begging for the truth. To be blind I wish for no man. But to them that have the truth I pray that they might tell it to me. But people neglect to remember their own way out of their darkness. Their path is lit up before them, but me I still stand.
Although I haven't been taught any schooling except the love of my mother, I spread abroad my love to people that I meet in remembrance of that time I was happy. Am I happy now some may ask, as I ravage around searching for someone to be a good Samaritan. I answer back and say, "What is it to be happy? For some, its pleasing to them that they live for another day to see the sun rise, but for me I can't tell if I'm happy because honestly, happiness comes from the truth." As a rich man comes by and hears my murmuring he asks, "What truth do you seek good fellow?".
"I say for one, the only truth that anyone
seeks after, is to not be blind."
"And what are you blinded from good fellow,
what binds you to go to extravagansic proportions to seek this truth you so
earnestly look for?".
I tell the man to follow me, and I will tell him. As we walk through an alley some beggars are sitting on the side covered with news papers and boxes, and trash seems to envelope the alleyway. Then when it opens there is a palace right in front of us. The rich man says, "How do you know your way here?".
"I have lived here all my life, these alleys are my home. And I can tell that a rich person lives here because of the beautiful smells that come from here. Although I may be blind I can smell. But you wanted to know what the truth is that I seek after. The truth is redemption and I search for it every second of my life so that I might see this palace."
"But you are blind," the rich man says, "How will you ever see?"
"To them that see they have the truth, but still their blinded. As for me, I seek the truth so that I might not be blind."
When I finished that sentence I heard the man flee away. His foot steps ran away with his weeping as I stand here. Will I ever find the truth, I said to myself? I just hope I do.
And so my never ending search for redemption continues, and everyone's
life fades away into darkness.
