The
weight of talent
Far
beyond our scope of reason there lays
comfort,
Beyond
our maturing minds we find a host of complex reasoning,
As
our experience increases we are set free or imprisoned by the offset
of outcome,
As
time presses on we embrace for a new challenge,
we
are as vulnerable as the last subject who conceived a brighter
tomorrow,
Who
among us can grasp the wind?
Who
among us can see the sound?
Who
among us can dictate the time?
We
must press on with unwavering conviction that a true gesture is our
only allied, and that our only escape from the falsehood that heavily
entangles our motives is not to concede.
The
character of many is refined through a process, the good deeds become
a blurry cloud that obscures our vision,
We
know so much and yet so little, so little and yet find a way. Can a
physically blind man see a physical realm?
And
does a thinker becomes weighted down because his projection of
thought?
If
I’m wrong condemn me, if I’m right execute a judgment.
By : Raphael G
