an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Monday, June 11, 2007

Philosofuck

by Nik

Your mouth was a cave
And I am sometimes deterred
By stalactites and stalagmites

Though it is the quest of man
The fulfillment of dignity
We see the opening, the entrance, the opportunity
We act on it

The quest of man
So profound a poem

The cave was just scoffing all along

The cave presented
How can man NOT explore
The dreams of treasure, hidden away

Man must consider the dangers
He commits to himself upon entering

But he also commits
To dreams of pleasure and fortune
A reason to bare the steps and steeps

The quest of man
In an open field it doesn’t exist
You present yourself a cave
How can I not enter

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