Logic of an Illogical Mind by Scott H.


Man goes through life observing life

Talk this

Talk that

See this

See that

Think not for the eyes already know

The mind becomes a shell, a trunk

Holding thing until the key of the mouth

Unlocks it letting its contents spew

We sit in the way of logic

Yet let reason pass us by

We do which is said upon the mouth of all

Not the mind of oneself

Its as if the eyes are closed

When they are fully open

The mind stays closed collecting the dust

Of the incoherent babbling we all know too well

When will the mind be open?

When will the eyes of Illusion close

And the eyes of fiction open?

What we take as reality may become it

Unless we let the darkness in

To subdue the bright light of speech


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