The Tunnel
By Angeleyes
The illusion of perfection has been created Since in the icy chill of winter That bitter cold heart has found a home You are lost, beyond your knowledge Of which even that cloth of philosophy, Tied a bit too tightly around that head bursting with wisdom, Can never absorb. Searching for the way to yourself Yet trapped in that dark tunnel waiting for the light at the end to show you your path But seeing only those thin flashes which illuminate At the high points of emotion In that twisted labyrinth of your mind Sartre delights in your definition of existentialism Where you have created your own destiny Self-destruction... Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 02:35 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"The illusion of perfection has been created ..."