Pain By Knowledge
Sometimes knowing is half the battle.
How much of a wretch
Do I carry within
How much of a saint
Do I carry by men
The deeds that we do
Will live to our death
The life that we give
Is told with each breath
Sometimes things seen aren't actually what they are
Maybe if so
Then things would differ
Knowledge beheld
Was a gift from a giver
Once what was hidden
Is now revealed
Once what was told
The wounds never healed
Hope is one thing
That keeps us afloat
Never to sink
As we write a new note
The tunes that are buried
They sing a new song
The past and its history
No telling what's wrong
The mystery ahead
Is greater than first
For knoweledge we seek
There's always a thirst
The truth is the key
The light is the way
Until it's revealed
We'll start a new day
Pain By Knowledge
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Zen Attraction
Small town boy living in a gnarly city. Not hopeless but a bit of a romantic both in relationships and life. Through my writing I make it a personal mission to recreate a world for those few who still want to enjoy life's simple pleasures.
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