Underground_Network
December 4th, 2009, 10:41 PM
Freedom in a forest of oaks and maples
Where sunlight is seldom a vision or truth,
Is hardly freedom at all.
Through this solar haze we look
But find that sight is withering
Like our deforested minds.
The vines of unknowing are stretching their grasp,
Festooning themselves across tyrannical terrain,
Ground that is owned by itself and its flame.
The fire that grows and cannot be extinguished
The fire that knows how to burn down the kingdom.
The sun still won't shine through the oaks and the maples,
But the origin of life, heat and its fury
Pursues the dark forest
Until haze
Is unworried.
Where sunlight is seldom a vision or truth,
Is hardly freedom at all.
Through this solar haze we look
But find that sight is withering
Like our deforested minds.
The vines of unknowing are stretching their grasp,
Festooning themselves across tyrannical terrain,
Ground that is owned by itself and its flame.
The fire that grows and cannot be extinguished
The fire that knows how to burn down the kingdom.
The sun still won't shine through the oaks and the maples,
But the origin of life, heat and its fury
Pursues the dark forest
Until haze
Is unworried.