Where opinions clash, there can only be one right answer
For two conflicting ideals can’t coexist in any matter
If one’s right then the others are all wrong
Because one plus one is two… right?
They say you’ve got to see to believe-- pics or it didn’t happen
And as a society we’re so hung up upon
Proof. Evidence. Testimony. Verification.
Things, not concepts.
Results, not process.
And we’re all so special and our thoughts unique
Speak. Disagree. Argue. Compete.
Do all this, then rinse and repeat
Until there’s but one left to reign supreme
Natural selection at its finest indeed.
But because the
Where opinions clash, there can only be one right answer
For two conflicting ideals can’t coexist in any matter
If one’s right then the others are all wrong
Because one plus one is two… right?
They say you’ve got to see to believe-- pics or it didn’t happen
And as a society we’re so hung up upon
Proof. Evidence. Testimony. Verification.
Things, not concepts.
Results, not process.
And we’re all so special and our thoughts unique
Speak. Disagree. Argue. Compete.
Do all this, then rinse and repeat
Until there’s but one left to reign supreme
Natural selection at its finest indeed.
But because the
Not all who wander are lost
And not all who are lost, wander
Many, in fact, are stuck
In time, in place, in mind
Unmoving, they search
Never finding what they lost
Because what they lost
is the key to the chains that bind them
keeping them from finding what they are missing the most
Not realizing that what they need
was there all along, hidden inside,
buried in the coils of their desperate search
Blinded by the darkness that surrounds them,
they have lost the ability to see the light
"A man without a name is but a ghost... passing through the world unnoticed."
I do not claim to be good at art, or even painting. And yeah, I'm aware that outlining everything with a black pen, size 25, is detrimental to my artwork, but I do it anyway.