To think or not to think- that is the question
Whether it be mundane thoughts,
Those of an enlightened genius,
or the kind that leave you floating
To let the mind idle, silently waiting
or have it processing at light speed
Let it stay in glorious slumber
and pass the day in quiet abandon
Aye, that would be bliss.
But what could come of that endlessness?
For no thought means no action,
And no action resulting a pointless life
For all things require some thought
Cruel reality, to have to think.
To think means to worry, to fret
to involve thy self in affairs of feelings
to attach ones self to their surroundings
Thus letting down a barricade against pain
But to be thoughtless
To be free of lifes pains and humiliations
To rid ones self of the minds ramblings
of feelings of worry, and ponderings
But, alas, here life falters
For without the infintesimal daily thoughts
There is no plot, no meaning to the grand scheme of things
Which is a fate as gruesome as death.
 Captain Confuzmint · Tue Dec 01, 2009 @ 08:36am · 0 Comments |
