Another day in this crazy life we live. Recently, I have been writing just to get in the habit, and have not put out much of any quality. Hence this is a freeform sonnet about the paradox of living:
What happened to life?
Was it torn away? Or,
More tragic,
Wasted unknowingly to ruin?
The answer never known,
Until it is first lived.
More tragic,
Is having no answer to live.
The life not lived,
Until it is first answered.
More tragic,
Is living no life to answer.
The most tragic of all,
Forgetting the paradox we know as truth.
Friday, September 24, 2010
(Paradox) in Parenses
Posted by theglassorchard at 8:40 PM
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The answer never known, until it is first lived. I like that a lot. It kinda makes me think about how when I speak things start making sense, but how much more when we act... you know what I'm sayin?
I agree that forgetting is the most tragic existence, forgetting why we are here and what we are seeking. good stuff :)
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